It has been a while I could not cook/bake for fun, no therapy, no experimenting… Just eating to survive. I was busy. New job, new a lot!
I was between jobs a little too much that I started to think I can enjoy staying at home forever. Why not? I can do pilates & pool in the morning, go shopping in the afternoon. Reading, painting (not that I create master pieces), baking, playing with my baby, and what not. But I could not.
As a child I was always very proud with my mother that she was working. I was in a private school but even in such a privileged environment, kids with working moms were rare. At the first days of the school when we were telling about ourselves it meant all the world to me to tell them about my mom.