Which one rules - Heart or Head?

Sometime ago, in one of my posts, I mentioned that work is just a transaction, an exchange of labour for money. Recently I was asked by someone to lecture in a polytechnic. If work is just a transaction, by right there should be no hestiation on my part; I would have agreed right away, tendered my resignation and leave for greener pastures. Work = Labour=Money, they can afford to pay me well, huge training budget, attractive terms, why not.{Head}

BUT ....i hestiated, pause and pondered. Should I leave this organisation which has made considerable concessions to me during my pregancy? Is it fair to the organisation? I was away on no pay leave for nearly one month, however, out of goodwill, they only deducted one week's salary from me. Nice place to work in, colleagues r fun{Heart} But then it could be because of the labour laws which is why they can't ask a pregant lady to leave, thus they have no choice but to grant me the no pay leave cos I can sue them for discrimination?! {Head}

Should I be hardhearted and leave cos afterall work is all but a transaction?

A Day in the life of Porkie

With the new addition to our family, a typical day in Porkie's life will be:

6 plus in the morning- Milk production time!

7 plus - Isaac wakes up and time for his morning feed

8 plus - Have my breakfast and do some stuff before Isaac gets restless in the cot

9 plus - Bath time for baby Issac

10 to 12 - Time for another feed, pats Isaac to sleep (if he is sleepy!)

Afternoon - Another round of milk production, more feeds and catches a wink or two together with Isaac

Late afternoon - Prepares food for dinner

Evening - More milk production, more feeds and wash up Isaac

Midnight - Night duty begins

Life evolves attending to Isaac's needs and it is exhausting...however when you see the smile on his face, all the tiredness melts away and tomorrow will be a better day!

Baby Isaac's arrival

Baby Isaac arrived on 20th November =) Brownie and I were so excited that morning. I kept on coming down the hours, then minutes before I was wheeled into the operating theatre. The anaesthetist asked me to breathe deeply and then I was knocked out.

When I woke up, I was already in my ward, a bit weak but very conscious and hungry (fast for a good 12 hours because of the operation). One hour later, the nurse came in with Isaac....he looked so cute in the bassinet. I am a mummy now!! For 38 weeks I carried him in my womb and now there he is sleeping so soundly ...Life is a miracle, from the fusion of sperm and egg to a group of cells and then voila! a child is born