To have to leave the house with little wails of "Maaaamaaaa, maaaamaaaa" when my son has really only recently begun making an obvious differentiation between the words "more" and "mama" was a pretty crappy way to start my day.
So after work, instead of heading to the Y to work out, I picked them up from school and took them to get ice cream. Then we went to the park for an hour. Then we played in the front yard until dusk. They got to bed a little late, but we had a great time and we welcomed the first really warm day of the year in fine style.
Although my feelings change almost hourly, today quitting my job seemed like a really good idea.