As many of you know, this is my very last day at work. I'm taking an indefinite sabbatical to pursue a master's, take care of my boy, and write. Naturally I've been daydreaming about all the things I won't miss about the rat race.

A forced morning routine. I love sleeping. I also love doing my hair and makeup, but not within minutes of waking up. I so look forward to easing into the day at my leisure.

Public bathrooms. I hated public bathrooms when I lived in a dorm, as well. Because, if we're being honest, who doesn't prefer to do their #'s in the privacy of their own throne room?

Concern about sneezing and coughing fits. What's worse than hacking up a lung in the middle of a meeting? Or blowing your schnoz in a shared office? At home, I can go for the gusto.

Passive aggressive memos. When there's food spillage in the microwave or stinky egg salad in the fridge, I only have myself the hubs to blame.

A controlled schedule. Just when college lulls you into believing you can skip out on class when something important comes up, you go back to the days of getting your mom to write you Excuse Notes for work. Okay, not really. But being able to go to the doctor or the dentist or the store without asking permission? Ahh, sweet freedom.

What could you give up about work in a heartbeat?