I have often said that my life is far from perfect. I am all too aware of it. My house is never spotless, laundry always needs to be done, the kids fight...more often than I like. My husband and I don't see eye to eye on everything. It is far from fairy tale. What it is not far from however is...normal.
I, through all of my flaws; and there are many, do the very best I can to make sure that my family are taken care of. Yes there are days that Thing 1 and Thing 2 leave home that socks don't match, or there are days breakfast is a pop tart eaten on the drive to school. Do I worry that this is a sign of a mom who really needs to get it together. Not so much. Do I know it's the sign that I have 2 kids to get out of the door, dressed and ready to face the world and all its glory before 740 in the morning, while getting myself dressed and ready for work, and occasionally helping the husband get out the door. You better believe it.
For all of the imperfection that is my life, there is a certain amount of grandness to it. For all the chaos, and clutter there is contentment, and peace, and general gratefulness.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Working mom's guilt
One morning this week, I left Thing 2 standing on the walk way at my mother in law's house crying. He was upset because I was leaving him. Ordinarily he pays no attention to me leaving. This broke my heart. Another evening this week, I was told by Thing 2, in a very teary eyed manner, that he doesn't want me to work, he wants me to stay home and take care of him everyday. Needless to say I cried.
There are a lot of days that I have huge working mom's guilt. I was explaining to my mom earlier that I see my kids roughly 3 hours a day. The weekends are my time with them, and it is still divided by laundry, and other various chores.
What do you say to a kid who tells you he wants you home with him every day? The common reply at my house is, someone has to work to buy groceries. This time it was met with the response...I won't eat for a week. The child has a plan.
The guilt comes in waves. There are some days I thank the good Lord that my mother in law is the saint that she is and lets the little handful stay with her. Then there are days, where even after 7 years of being a mom, I feel like I am letting someone else raise my kids.
Does it ever get easier? Does it just turn into working grandma guilt when that time comes? How is it that, these two little fellas know how to break my heart faster than anyone on the planet, but can melt it, and enrage it faster to.
The joys of motherhood.
There are a lot of days that I have huge working mom's guilt. I was explaining to my mom earlier that I see my kids roughly 3 hours a day. The weekends are my time with them, and it is still divided by laundry, and other various chores.
What do you say to a kid who tells you he wants you home with him every day? The common reply at my house is, someone has to work to buy groceries. This time it was met with the response...I won't eat for a week. The child has a plan.
The guilt comes in waves. There are some days I thank the good Lord that my mother in law is the saint that she is and lets the little handful stay with her. Then there are days, where even after 7 years of being a mom, I feel like I am letting someone else raise my kids.
Does it ever get easier? Does it just turn into working grandma guilt when that time comes? How is it that, these two little fellas know how to break my heart faster than anyone on the planet, but can melt it, and enrage it faster to.
The joys of motherhood.
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