Burning Camisoles?

Somehow I survived Benjamin's baby years without a horrific accident. There was that one time he crawled over to the top of the stairs while I was getting ready for work and then fell all the way down. I screamed my living brains out, cursed at my own mother for not shutting the door, and then clutched his body so tight finally loosening my grip to examine him only to find that he was - a - o - k. Absolutely perfect. Babies are resilient. It's a survival mechanism or something. This week all of those memories came flashing back when I read Bad Mutha Blogger's story of dropping her son on the way to a swim lesson. There was an ambulance. There were scared and concerned strangers. And, of course, one very freaked out mom. Read about it here.

The Integrated Mother wrote this week about once having to fit her life around her work. I feel that way, every day. So I can completely relate. And her post has me thinking. She took a risk years ago and it's paid off. She's now working several jobs but that work is scheduled around her life, not the other way around. Would you ever quit your day job and work for yourself? Or what about taking on a part-time job with less money but more free hours?