Ah, the woes of the working mom. I’m one of the lucky ones that darts off to work each morning knowing that her babes will be well taken care of by their SuperDad, going to play dates, helping with home projects, learning to spit and scratch, you know all those good things! But whether you’re dropping off at day care or just pulling out of the driveway, it’s not easy to wave bye bye and blow kisses at your little ones.
What makes up for it? When they literally run up to me when I return at night. Of course, my boys are kind of disasters when Momster’s home. They spend their days whine-free, playing nicely, not trying to climb over the gate and up the stairs, not needing assistance to go pee in the potty or pickup their toys. For some reason, as soon as I walk in the house, all of that goes away. It’s “Momma I need this,” and “Momma I have to peeeeee,” and just plain “Moooommmmmmmaaaaaa!” Well, it’s nice to be needed I guess.
My special “Mommy time” is spent from about 7PM until bed time (anywhere from 9PM until about 11:30PM depending on nap schedules) and then any up-time in the middle of the night. Yes, it’s wonderful Mommy time, trying to coax kids back to bed through any means necessary! Then I finish up my Mommy time from wake up until 7:30, when I dart out for my other 12-hour day of WorkWork.
Sometimes I envy the stay-at-home moms … the creativity, the crafts, the play … but fortunately my better half runs that show and frankly, does a way better job than I would … by a long-shot. Thanks SuperDad.
Alright, time to get to WorkWork.