Crack-berry

I don't work on Fridays.

That is, I don't TECHNICALLY work on Fridays.

Hubby's at home too at the moment, so it means that we can have a really lovely long weekend EVERY weekend. Today we had a lie-in, we spent time in the park playing rugby and we cooked a lovely dinner, which we all ate together.

The only problem is, the moment I hear my Blackberry vibrate I jump to attention. It drives my hubby mad (especially when we're in the middle of talking about something else!). I know it's bad of me and I should just enjoy my time off, but my argument is that as long as work feel they can contact me on a Friday and I respond, then there will be no question about whether I'm able to manage such a role as mine "part time". 

The moment I miss a deadline or a crisis will be the time that questions begin to be asked and I'm just not willing to take that risk.

So, for now I'll remain a crack-berry as, ironically, it gives me the life balance I really need.