What is this thing called work, that concept intrigues me. I wake when I want, sleep when I want, play when I want. I have two people to cater to my every need, all I need to do is voice my displeasure and they quickly attend to me needs. I wake up in the middle of the night just because I can, and to annoy people. I also eat as often as I can, without any worry about my waistline.
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Wait, that's not my life, that's my 8 month old son's life! Man he has it good.

It's normal back to work on Monday for me. :-)