I am a negligent blog parent. I can only say that I have been in a major life-funk and haven't wanted to deal with a lot of things, much less write about them. (And how come every time I type "write" it comes out "writhe"? Simply poor typing skills or something deeper?) But, after a long afternoon at the kitchen table with Shawn, we have come to the conclusion that my job is costing our family much more than the meager wages it brings are worth. So, May 16th will be my last day and I will get to take the summer off. It is time. But I am kind of freaked out at the thought of not earning ANY money. As much as I need a break, it's hard not to be wracked with guilt. Shawn works so hard for us, and I think as long as I am sleep deprived and miserable at work, I feel like I am working hard, too. I feel guilt at the idea of staying home and being happy. But then I think what it would be like for Shawn to come home to a clean(ish) house and dinner and a happy wife and kids...maybe that would be nicer for him, for all of us.