I'm still working. Why the heck am I still working?!
I was up until 2am on Fri (Sat morning).
I was up until 3am on Sat (Sun morning).
And I'm still up now - 2am on Monday morning. ugh!
It's times like these that I just feel like saying "Oh, well!", and quitting. But I can't, I know I can't. From the time I was 16, the longest I haven't been employed is about 9 months all together. The majority of that time was right after I moved to CA (when I was 19) and we didn't have a car. Then we got a car but I ended up having surgery and couldn't get a job until I was healed. I remember sitting in an interview, trying to find a comfortable sitting position because the scar on my stomach was still very tender. I've almost always had a job.
I'm so far from a career-minded person, it's not funny. I want to stay home and clean my house, do yard work, cook, bake, etc. That, and caring for babies/children, is my ideal job.
I once was a full time nanny for a little boy from when he was 9 weeks old until he was almost 2 yrs old - it was the best job I've ever had. Sure, there were stressful times, and the pay sucked, but it was awesome. Oh, how I miss that kid.