Would I work....hmmmm.
I sit here, where I'm "supposed" to be working thinking about it. (If I'm good at anything, it's procrastinating.) I'd love to say no, that I'd sit on my big fat butt and read everything I could get my hands on and travel and put my kids in the schools I want but...I know that's not true.
I can't not work. I don't know if it's some weird protestant work ethic pounded into me, or just the need to be "doing" something, but I'd need to work. I go nuts around my kids for longer than 2 days as it is. If I had to be near them all day, everyday, I'd lose my mind. Although I could hire a nanny to raise them instead of me....
The difference is that I would work on MY terms, at something I WANT to be doing. I could work more with women who are suffering post partum depression-as it is, I don't even have the time to volunteer. I would find that perfect, crappy paying job I always wanted. I could work part time, and finish my english degree. I could be more productive in society, instead of just pushing paper around. I could really do something, instead of worrying about my mortgage or bills.
Wouldn't that be nice? If we could all do what we wanted, instead of what we needed to do to get by.