I know it is a wishful thinking, wish I can convince my Mom to visit me.
You have a nice life, how I wish I don't have to work.
we learn to like what is thrown at us or where we're thrown in, i've learned.
years ago, i cried so hard when my banana republic told me to stop working. i got depressed for a year and was so hot-headed, i became terrible to live with. i was even embarrassed to buy lipstick with money that i believed i didn't earn.
i learned to live with my new situation and began to appreciate the time on my hands. now i could not imagine having to work again, outside of the house as an employee, that is. but you know how it is, like cowboys whose work is never done, housewives' work is just as never-ending.
believe me, you have a lot to be thankful for as a working girl. (maybe you just need to fall in love? again? ahem. ssshhhh.