Workaholic

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I got a request a few days ago for some work on Fridays. It is at a clinic that I already work at three days a week and I was relunctant to add more days. Then I looked at my schedule and realized that I don’t have to make a decision. I don’t have any free Fridays until the end of September. How did that happen?

Ideally I want to work 2 – 3 days a week. Ok, that’s not exactly true. Ideally, I want to be kept as a pampered princess in my own little world where money is no object. Returning to reality though I usually work 3 half days a week at one clinic with the occasional extra day somewhere else. Suddenly I’m working like a mad woman. (For those of you routinely working 80 hour weeks don’t start flaming me. I’m talking relatively here.)

I worked every weekday last week. I have tomorrow off only this week. Next week I not only work every weekday but on Wednesday and Thursday I’m actually working at one clinic in the morning and one in the afternoon. I’ve never done that before. The next two weekends I have parenting class too. Then I think I have a Tuesday off again later in August. I have a trail ride to do over a full weekend at the end of August. Getting into September it just keeps going. Even knowing this I just agreed to work some Tuesdays in September at a shelter. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Something is overriding my natural laziness.

Part of it may be knowing that when and if we get a child I’ll be wanting to take some time off. It may also be an urge to save up money for kid stuff. Or I may have just lost my mind.