Since the little minions were driving mommy out of her mind, i opted to do a swap for a week, so she’s down at the office keeping the kids in line… and i’m at home masquerading as the spoon wielding harbinger of sore bottoms.

Well… actually my week has gone more like this…

But don’t tell mommy, she thinks we’re hard at working cleaning … something.

It’s kind of my unofficial vacation. Being self-employed one can never actually take vacations. We’re not like the cubical farm inhabitants of corporate America. Things like paid vacation, sick time and benefits are not in our vocabulary. They are mere shimmers of a dream, faint wisps of something far off that we read about in books, but ..

oh wait.. a dispute has arisen over the ownership of the sheep toy.. i must grab my spoon and investigate …

All is well, we were able to settle the dispute with peaceful negotiations.

SO.. where was i? Oh, the joys of self employment. i think i can sum it up best in the words of the old man. “Why should I work 8 hours a day for someone else, when I can work 16 for myself!”. Words of wisdom i shall cherish and someday pass on to my son when he decides to throw his sanity and financial stability to the wind and start his own entrepreneurial endeavors.

I should quit before this turns into a book, but rest assured as you all toil away in your grey fabric cells, munching your power bar and wasting your employers time reading my wife’s website… I SHALL RETURN!!

Now, where did i put my spoon?

I’d love for each of you to post the link to your blogs. Many of you don’t always post the link when you comment and I like to visit all of your sites. I’m going to build a page with all your links for easier browsing.

So send me your link!

(note: to cut down on spam, I have the comments set up so I have to approve comments that include links, so if it doesn’t show up right away, that’s why.)