Happy I Am

Today was a day much like any other day (that line was stolen). For me actually the "day" is only a couple of hours old and it's my day off--so, happy about that. When one works for herself--mostly from home the boundaries get blurred pretty quickly. Even my 12-y.o. assessed that I work full-time which probably is true but the bonus is I pick my own hours! Downside--I make a fraction of what I would if I'd stayed in the rat race. Oh well, guess trade-offs are a part of life. And one never knows what lies around the corner. I prefer to think it could be something good.
Speaking of a part of life, after six months deliberating, the Social Security Disabilty folks declared that a miracle did not occur and I am in fact still eligible for benefits.
And here I was all ready to appeal. Dang! So for now this "lifestyle" such as it is, shall continue.
It's a very odd thing because I live in a world unencumbered by having a boss when most people my age do in fact have to report to someone.
I wonder sometimes if I would've eventually adjusted to being an employee and I just can't picture it. (I've held about 30 jobs since I was a kid and only got fired once--for dropping a pizza--I was a lousy waitress.) I used to come home from work and just vent about everything--I have so little patience for ineptitude and most of us realize we are smarter or at least better informed about our job than our bosses, right?
Anyway, things have worked out in that since I got well enough I've been able to do a lot of parenting that I wouldn't have otherwise (don't have family nearby to act in my stead). I feel really fortunate that my youngest son has never been a latch-key child and as he moves into his teens, I'm even happier that he's not going to be rattling around in the house for hours after school (those are the hours most teens get in the most trouble).
So as Yoda would say, Happy I am!