I feel guilty that I don’t always (ever?)have dinner waiting or the house spotless when my husband comes home from work. I remind myself that working from home does not truly grant me the assumed”free-time” that others believe that I have. In my work, I am firmly rooted to my home office desk for a […]
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Ugh, these shows. I’m so conflicted because, you see, I actually watch them. And I admittedly am thoroughly entertained by them. And then, like a night of a sleazy affair in a cheap motel, I feel equally ashamed afterwards because it is such bad TV and surely I could be doing something more worthwhile with […]