my perspective

I hear on a pretty regular basis that people do not know how I do what I do.  I guess I don't know how to not do what I do. 
I in sense get paid for my workout and I get to change people's lives while I do it.  My kids get to go with me for free 7x a week and they finally LOVE it again. 
I go grocery shopping every Wednesday, and God bless HEB for rotisserie chickens b/c grocery shopping day = rotisserie chicken day.
Wash day is once a week, Fold day is some other day in the week.  Bathrooms get cleaned once a week by 2 bathroom fairies (toilets & tubs are done by the queen fairy. And they have their calendars marked b/c it is their favorite chore to do, who knew a spray bottle could be so fun?!).
I love to cook, but hate to clean up afterwards. So, the dishwasher is unloaded when school work  is complete. It's re-loaded as I dirty up the kitchen while Word Girl and Kratz Brother's entertains and teaches 2 blondies and another dreams of puffs and dogs (his new fave word).
I homeschool 4 days a week from 1-4 p.m.  I get the joy of seeing my first grader learn to tell time, write her name in cursive and tie her shoes. I heard my 4 year old read her very first book and then heard her run up the stairs to read to her Daddy, who also gets to work from home.   I got to see my baby sit up, roll over, crawl, pull himself up and say dog the first time. 
So, I guess I was a tad offended by that remark as I sat on the stairs and cried to my husband today at the thought of me not being here to live this most blessed life that I get to live. 
I would not have my life any other way.