It shames me to admit it, but sometimes there's a part of me that starts to feel like a failure when I write "Homemaker" as my occupation in paperwork. As if making money is the only thing that validates people. I also admit to having days where I would love to boot my kids out the door and let a paid teacher deal with their attitudes, grade their work, etc.
But that's only sometimes. Ninety percent of the time I love my job: I love the comfort of being at home, and of knowing my kids aren't being exposed to all kinds of garbage unbeknownst to myself and my husband. I love the freedom of being able to take a break when we need it and not just when a dead president has a birthday. Mostly I love having my kids around, even when the noise level is overwhelmingly irritating and the sound effects are reaching critical mass.
Plus, I just love that I can sit around making something silly like this--something useless and geeky, the only purpose of which is to make my kids laugh.
Here's to homemakering, homeschooling, and to tiny polymer clay Daleks. Cheers!