When 5 is better than 6

Have decided I want to move out of my current job for various reasons, the most pressing one being that it is boring and does nothing for me. If I am leaving my baby at home for the better part of the day and working, then it better be because it adds something to my life. Quality wise and not just money wise.

So, have been getting various offers from various quarters- some nice, some not so nice. Some that I like , some that don't like me. Some a step up the ladder, some a step down and some several steps down. Some in my field, some in others (greener?)

But till now, not a single one that has the weekend off, like I have been used to.

I wouldn't have minded if I didn't have my little son waiting for me at home. Who runs into my arms with the force of a little tornado the minute he sees me. Who follows me about like a shadow on the weekends when he has me all to himself. Whose expression when he says 'today no office, Amma?' tugs at my heartstrings. And I tell him, 'no baby, Amma has office today, but Sat and Sun, Amma has no office.'

Looks like I will have to teach him new lessons. That Sundays are the only days he will have his Amma all to himself. That all other 6 days of the week, he will have to put up with our new maid, (who incidentally is not a scratch on our old.)

If only the dear Gods and Goddesses Agastya prays to would send his Amma a job offer from a 5-day week following company... Sigh!