I am at a weird place in my career and life in general... its a new for me.
Job-wise... since some time it has been majorly a drag. I can't blame too many outside parameters for it. And in overall, its still a lot better than average. Its just that I don't look particularly forward to Mondays now and start sulking from Sunday afternoon.
But, lately, I look with a tinge of wish when I see a housewife or those having the liberty to decide when and how they want to work. I long for a house where I know where things are and not really dependent on the maids. I wish some days, where I would have the whole day to myself, arranging the flowers and curtains... thinking what should be cooked for dinner... making chips and papads... talking to the ladies in the society... and in general a more responsible home life and less responsible office life. Probably its just a case of grass being greener on the other side... I am constantly reminded by my friends that even though I have two days a week for the aforementioned tasks, I don't lift a finger. I don't do the cleaning, getting sense of house, arranging up in the weekend and would in all likelihood not do even if I was at home 7 days a week... would probably get terribly bored, not knowing what to do and sulk some more. I guess they are right... I don't know how to spend the entire day by myself... I don't have the knack of being a good homemaker... never had.
But, somehow, I just get this sudden urge when I hear someone has taken a break or are not working... Don't know if its just a passing whim or someday it will be strong enough to get hold of my better sense... Hope Not!!!