I had a frank talk with DH today, and it was made clear to me that he believes I love my job and have no problem working forever. This was somewhat surprising but no more so than when my eldest son told me at one point "I can't see you ever retiring" and my third son said essentially the same thing. I thought I was pretty clear on the fact that I am working because I have to at this point in time. I'm grateful that I have a job that pays well and I can do from my home but that doesn't mean I'm enamored of it. It's not fulfilling beyond the ability to pay my bills. I'm not saving lives or educating children. I'm a drug dealer. I do it for the money. I have said that repeatedly, so I don't know why this perception persists.

But it cracked me up when DH said, "Well, but what would you do if you retired??" Really?? Maybe the same things he does. Or the things all my college friends do now that they are retired. Maybe do all the things I wish I had more time for. Reading, gardening, working for environmental causes, hanging out with my grandkids, babysitting more often, just sitting period.

I'm just venting over the fact that I have somehow conveyed the idea that my whole raison d'ętre is to spend my days interviewing doctors and writing reports that pharmaceutical companies can use to sell more drugs.

Just a vent.