No, not the kids, but me. I'm taking a time out from work. After 2 1/2 years, I'm taking a break from work not because I'm sick or because one of my kids is sick (since I used to work from home whenever that happened) or because we're taking a family holiday.
In the past, hubby used to work from home so I worked 8:30am-5pm. February this year, he started a new job that required him to work in the office 8:30-5. Since he's the breadwinner, I asked my employer to allow me to reduce my work hours so I could be home when the kids get home from school. My employer needed me to work again 40 hours per week and I since could not, I gracefully said my employer can find a replacement for my position and I would gladly train that person.
That time has come and gone. Technically, my last day at work is still this coming Wednesday, but as I had holiday leaves left, I took them: 2 days off last week and today till Wednesday off. Thus, my last day at work was last Friday. The office threw me a going away lunch and gave me a nice potted orchid as a present (which now adorns our bathroom).
So today and the rest of the week I'm taking a time out. Time to spend with the kids while they're on holiday, relax, read books, watch episodes of "Drop Dead Diva" from Season 1, bake, exercise, start dieting (tomorrow, I promise). A time to recharge my batteries. I will, nonetheless, also work on my CV and actively look for a new, albeit part time job.
As much as I want and need this time out, my family can't afford for me to have a long one, after all.