Saturday for some people means a day off. I used to get days off, and they were great since I worked alot and had fairly stressful responsibilities. Almost three years ago, I began my own business so that I could be home and work less, hoping to enjoy a bit of life outside of work for a while. In a matter of a few months, things had grown out of control to include an increasing number of clients and a few employees (independent contractors actually, but it's shorter to say employees).
This business requries that I'm on call 24/7 and available to be at a client's office within a few minutes if necessary, so that quickly made days off a thing of the past. Although the work schedule is somewhat flexible ordinarily, we generally work 7 days a week, at least a little each day, to keep caught up. And at any time, a client may call and need work done right then, no matter when it is. Someday I'll elaborate on how that affected me immediately after Braska's birth...someday soon maybe.
Anyway, the other piece of the puzzle is that when I do have a "day off" of any kind, I view that as a chance to get caught up on household tasks. Unfortunately, I am the only one who holds this view in my family. So you can see how any day off is not so much a day off.
Today, a Saturday when I was actually caught up with work-work, ended up being pretty busy. Between feedings and diaper changes, there were a couple trips to feed and let out a friend's dog, some good thorough kitchen cleaning, errand to the library, and mostly the hours spent on the pool...again. I have officially spent more time trying to get this thing closed than I was in it all summer. That's so sad to me... I love my pool, but it's lost a bit of it's luster in the past couple summers. It was fun to see Braska play a couple times, but that's about all that we got to enjoy it. But today was little enjoying and mostly working. An hour or so of skimming and such, some master chemical work to prepare for winter, on hands and knees scrubbing the waterline all the way around, laying out waterbags, and arranging the winter cover. Here's what it looked like mid way through.
I did get a quick hand with filling waterbags tonight after M got home from a full day of overtime. Tomorrow I hope to get things done with the final vacuuming, winter fixture changes, disconnecting the pump and filter, and getting everything stored away.
So I wouldn't consider this a day off, but at least I got some things accomplished. Come to think of it, I haven't had a day off in almost 11 months, but I guess that's life. I'm about ready for one though...maybe I'll work on that.
This business requries that I'm on call 24/7 and available to be at a client's office within a few minutes if necessary, so that quickly made days off a thing of the past. Although the work schedule is somewhat flexible ordinarily, we generally work 7 days a week, at least a little each day, to keep caught up. And at any time, a client may call and need work done right then, no matter when it is. Someday I'll elaborate on how that affected me immediately after Braska's birth...someday soon maybe.
Anyway, the other piece of the puzzle is that when I do have a "day off" of any kind, I view that as a chance to get caught up on household tasks. Unfortunately, I am the only one who holds this view in my family. So you can see how any day off is not so much a day off.
Today, a Saturday when I was actually caught up with work-work, ended up being pretty busy. Between feedings and diaper changes, there were a couple trips to feed and let out a friend's dog, some good thorough kitchen cleaning, errand to the library, and mostly the hours spent on the pool...again. I have officially spent more time trying to get this thing closed than I was in it all summer. That's so sad to me... I love my pool, but it's lost a bit of it's luster in the past couple summers. It was fun to see Braska play a couple times, but that's about all that we got to enjoy it. But today was little enjoying and mostly working. An hour or so of skimming and such, some master chemical work to prepare for winter, on hands and knees scrubbing the waterline all the way around, laying out waterbags, and arranging the winter cover. Here's what it looked like mid way through.
I did get a quick hand with filling waterbags tonight after M got home from a full day of overtime. Tomorrow I hope to get things done with the final vacuuming, winter fixture changes, disconnecting the pump and filter, and getting everything stored away.
So I wouldn't consider this a day off, but at least I got some things accomplished. Come to think of it, I haven't had a day off in almost 11 months, but I guess that's life. I'm about ready for one though...maybe I'll work on that.
I can relate. It's good we married people who can at least try to remind us of this from tine to time!
ReplyDeleteI think you deserve it!
ReplyDeleteA day off I mean!!! :O)
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you are saying! We must have the same schedule. :o) I think a day off is definitely due!
ReplyDeleteNichole
You haven't had a day off in ELEVEN months? holy moly. I think you need one immediately.
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