When I worked full time I couldn’t wait to get to the end of the work week so I could relax and kick up my feet on the weekends. Then Sunday night I would get that dreaded feeling that accompanies going back to work Monday for a whole week of the grind. Some people struggle with the transition between working full time to being home all the time. I definitely didn’t have that problem. I embraced it fully.
The thing with motherhood is everyday is a Monday. There are no Fridays to look forward to for a break from diaper changes. But then again…everyday can be a Friday too, depending how you look at it.
Today was one of those days that I felt lucky to be home. I felt guilty as John rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn to go to work. He has mini-camp all weekend. My kids slept in until after eight. We had a leisurely breakfast, went to the gym, and then swam at the pool with friends. Minus the stroller spill where Wes ate the asphalt…it was a good day. I was the boss of my day and our schedule was whatever I wanted it to be.
Don’t get me wrong, there are days where I feel like hugging John’s leg pleading,”Take me with you to work! Don’t leave me!”