So yesterday morning Chloe handed me a form and when I asked her what it was she said, “Oh, this is a paper you have to write your name on because it’s for people who don’t work very hard who can take our class to a dance.”

It was a permission form to go on a field trip.

Translation: What do you do all day anyway?

I guess it’s tough for the kids to get their heads around the idea of a parent who works from home (Dad) and a parent who works for home (Mom).

They see Dad get dressed in a suit with a phone in his hand and another wrapped around his ear. They hear him having heated debates and video conference calls and one day soon they might even hear the Caramilk secret slip out.

They see a Mom driving them to school and picking them, grateful not to be pressing “work pants” and puffy shirts, with no clue how to use the latest phone earpiece and possible traces of that same Caramilk bar lingering on her lips.

There are days when I think there simply isn’t enough time to get everything done I need to do and how on earth do women who work do it all? Then there are days when I ask myself, what the hell am I going to do all day?

I think the end result is a positive one for our family.

I am available to take the kids to their various activities. I can always go on class trips and volunteer at school when they’ll have me. I have time to plan meals and execute on some quinoa-infused (shhhh) recipes.

I may not work very hard but I can’t think of anything I would rather do than take my four year old to a dance.