Quiet days at the office.

I really think my place is home.

Every passing day I discover that my true passion and ambition is not in working. I wouldn't mind settling at home and taking care of the kids. I wouldn't mind that at all. Everyday after work I return home and a huge smile is drawn on my face. I eat and just spend time with my family, watch TV if I want, read if I want, nap if I want, it is like living a lively a dream.

I am starting to get bothered from the fact that we have to work. I don't get why can't I just stay home, really.

Too much food is taking place. I am like the Big Kahuna.