Workaholic . . . Not

I'm not at the table because I left work early.

Yea!  It's the weekend!   This two-day work week has been soooo long.   I don't understand the workaholic's mindset.   And I'm sure they don't understand my "workaslittleasyoucan" mindset.  I basically work because I must.   If I want to have a life, I must collect that paycheck every two weeks.   I don't consider my work my "career."   It's almost as if I put my "real" life aside every morning when I come into work.   When I leave at the end of the work day, I reclaim my "real" life.  I go home to my husband, and my home, and my dog, and my children when they are there . . . I go home to my life.    I think the workaholic must get something very satisfying from their work.   Maybe their work IS their life.   I don't know.   I'm just glad I'm not married to a workaholic.   He works very hard and is very good at his job.   And, even though he doesn't mean to, he sometimes brings his work home with him - - worrying about the kids and wondering why they have such crappy parents.   But he knows that home and family is where it's at, and that's why I know he is NOT a workaholic!  (Perfectionist, yes.   Workaholic, no.)

So, anyway, to all you workaholics and homeaholics and playaholics - - have a wonderful weekend!!