Laura -- the one with the green boogers -- wants to know:
Remind me, what are the five things that make it worthwhile to get up in the morning and go to work, no matter what the weather? (Aside from getting paid, of course.)
Um, well, my whole work thing is less than normal. Apart from teaching MWF afternoons, which I go do because a) I do (mostly) enjoy it and b) I signed a contract saying I would, I'm usually working from home. My "co-workers" are two cats, who spend the day sleeping, and, occasionally, the Hub, who will come home for lunch.
Which isn't to say that I don't have to get up in the morning. There is a 2.5 year old who needs to be dressed and taken to day care. Yes, it is a luxury and, yes, I know how lucky I am that a) we can afford it (barely) and b) she loves it. And there is structure to my day -- after I drop her off, I spend the morning writing and not thinking about how very close the deadline is. Afternoons are either for teaching or researching or grading or some combination thereof. This working life means that our finances are always tight, but the Hub has a "real" job with benefits, so I'm able to do this for now.
Of course, if the wee one gets sick or the weather gets just too sucky to leave the house, I am parent on-deck. And I do take care of a fair bit of the household stuff, like cooking and groceries and laundry. But these are all things that I can do while also doing work.
This only works, I think, because that whole Protestant work ethic thing has been so deeply ingrained that the guilt of not accomplishing things makes me batty. Right now, if I don't write at least 1000 words a day, I can't quite sleep or relax. It's a sickness. And the sad thing is, I don't especially like the process of writing. But man, o man, I love having written.
Anyway, top five reasons why I get out of bed:
1. Because I had a kid and kids don't have snooze buttons.
2. Because I usually have to pee.
3. Because there are Lucky Charms* waiting for me.
4. Because I want to see what happens next.
5. Because I have things to do, or all will be chaos.
*This used to be coffee. Once Kid #2 makes his/her arrival, make the substitution.
Other Fivers from the left list crawl out of bed to make their own lists...