I remember now why I don't want to work full time. By the time work is over at 6:00 all I want to do is go home and sit on the couch and watch TV or play Matt in a little Tetris Attack. It is amazing to me what working 10 hours more per week does to my ambition to accomplish other things. I have a quilt I could set up, I have laundry I could do, I have shopping that needs to be done (we are out of cold cereal, Matt may starve), I haven't exercised for a couple of weeks. Basically my life is a shambles just because I worked 10 more hours per week than I usually do.
I'm pretty sure the extra money isn't worth the coma-state that is produced by the extra hours. What a relief it will be to get back to the old routine.