Not long ago I wrote an article for TravelGolf.com about why more women should be playing golf. One of the benefits I listed was stress relief, as in relief from the stress of your job. “Picture your pointy-haired boss’s head on the tee and swing away,” I directed my readers.

I no longer have a job in the traditional sense of the word, i.e., a job that entails regular paychecks, raises, promotions, or other such perks. And I don’t have a boss, either, in that same traditional sense. Not one boss, anyway. I have three.

They’re aged 6, 3, and 2, and believe me, they boss me around like I’m their Gal Friday. Other women complain if their boss makes them fetch coffee. Around here I fetch juice, milk, Chicken McNuggets, and Klaussen mini-dills—my 2-year-old’s favorite snack—at least ten times a day.

The mini-dills make a nice healthy snack. But the downside is that I tend to find them around the house in unexpected places. Last week we found one jammed in the VCR. Yesterday one was bobbing in my coffee, not unlike Southpark’s Mr. Hanky. Howdy-ho!

All the more reason why I need stress relief. My bosses are demanding taskmasters in miniature, and if I don’t get a chance to unwind on the tee box every now and then, my productivity on the job tends to suffer. Golf promises many benefits, and right up there with exercise and fresh air, I count high the fact that at the golf course, I’ve never found a pickle in the potty.

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