Its 75 degrees. I am sitting on the deck writing while the toddler naps and the big kids play. Oh, did I mention its February? I think Mother nature is confused about what season we are in. Speaking of seasons... Here's what has been on my mind lately. Over three years ago I left my full-time salon job to be a stay-at-home mom. This was something I had wanted since the day I found out I was pregnant with Gavin, my 8 yr old. My husband had just gotten a new position. The bump in pay, combined with cutting childcare expenses, made this dream a reality. I was so excited. But, being a non-confrontational person (really that's an understatement. My natural instincts are to avoid it at all costs), I was DREADING telling my boss. I finally mustered up the courage to tell her I was leaving and she was pretty great about it. However, I don't think she really took me seriously. She told me they would love for me to come back when I got bored. A couple weeks later she made a bet