<p>There are days, not unlike today, that are simply best captured by a New Yorker cartoon:</p>

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<p><em>(Sent to me by a friend -- it was sent to her by her dad.)</em></p><p>

This is not a complaint. I remember sitting in my office and plotting my escape. A lot of the time not having a full-time job is downright GLORIOUS. </p><p>But I&#39;d be lying if I didn&#39;t admit that having a third child doesn&#39;t have me plotting what my next step will be. I&#39;m itching to get back to work. All I know is what I don&#39;t want to do.</p>
