A busy maid am I

Isn't it tedious to be talking about work, work, work all the time? But, my dears, it's all we ever do. Our lives revolve mostly around what we do to earn a crust a bread. It's hard to get past it, it's hard to define yourself as anything but what you do for a living. How many times have we introduced ourselves as, "I'm a teacher," or "I'm an engineer", etc?

Whenever we're in a social setting, I am content to be with the people that I know while P. loves to get out there and talk to perfect strangers. He says strangers are fascinating, even more so when he can get them to open up and expand their conversation horizons. But more often than not, he comes back to me and says, "Heh .. all they wanted to talk about was work. No fun at all."

My life revolves around my work. I'm not ashamed of this. I believe that the work I do makes a difference in people's lives. But I do wonder sometimes if I should have a better balance of work, play and maintenance. I work five days out of seven, sometimes six days out of seven, and the only people I see on a regular basis are Dad, the boys and P - and even then I see more of P than I do the rest of the family. On top of work, of which both of the jobs are casual to a certain extent at the moment, I am applying for permanent full time positions for next year. I don't have many girlfriends, and when I'm busy like this, I don't see any of them. At all.

Sometimes, I think I need to have the perfect balance, and if I don't achieve that perfect balance, I fret and I muse and I drive myself nutty with the self-criticisms. Other times, I shrug my shoulders and go, "Heh .. whatever." It's an interesting place to be - apathy. It's the only way to stay sane when there seem to be too many balls to juggle.