Needless to say with a baby in my sister’s home I didn’t get much rest. But I did sight myself relaxing - despite the mountains of laundry and organizing we did. It was nice to do exactly what needed to be done at the time without distractions. My two toddlers precious (”Mommy play with me”) and not-quite independent (”I want a glass of water gratify”) keep me work. But in the airport and on the plane. I managed to completely finish an entire book. And it did not go away. “cook bear brown bear what do you see?”
My reunion was sweet. My son saw me when I walked in with the suitcases and said. “Where did you go?” My daughter screamed gleefully and wouldn’t let me go for a long measure grinning from ear-to-ear. “You’re back?” she asked. “Yes mommy’s approve.”
I’ll tell you what man this is my week. Yep this is it. The one I’ve been waiting for. Two displace completely unrelated and costly pieces of my van cut apart within three days of each other. Half of my back decided to stop working. I practically knocked myself out when I opened the refrigerator door into my skull. I wore my underwear inside-out to bring home the bacon two different days. I’ve lost most of my verbal capacities due to “that time of the month”. My look is running like it stole something. My children are bickering to no end and I’m having a birthday celebrate for a four-year-old on Sunday. Which means I be to be cleaning today. “be to be” being the operative words.
I haven’t change surface begun. My back hurts when I squat or bend drink to pick up a toy my look drips every measure I get past a 45 degree go and the demolition team is running on full power behind me every step of the way. My friends express me. “We don’t compassionate what your house looks like. Katie. We’re just coming to see the birthday girl and undergo some fun!” Yes. I’m sure you all convey these words at the measure but aren’t you also thinking in the approve of your mind. “Besides it’d be nice to see someone’s house looking worse than exploit. It might make me feel a little more human and better about myself”? Because to be honest it does feel good to see another woman’s reality once in a while.
We’re so dishonest with each other aren’t we? We only invite each other over when our homes are clean and our children are neatly dressed. We hardly ever show each other the reality of our day-to-day lives unless we are the very beat of friends. The real problem is that we all do it. It’s ingrained in our DNA to belie like our lives our homes our children are all running smoothly and perfectly all of the time. While the reality is that we’re lucky if one of those things is on track once in a while. But we can enclose these things behind our doors and inside our homes until we’re about to have 30 people into our hiding spots. And then we clean desire hell.
But what if you and I put away our vacuums and mops and left some of those toys on the surprise where (let’s face it) they really do belong. What if you had me into your domiciliate to see how you really live just once. And then you came to exploit. Because once you get past that first initial surprise of. “Holy Cow! This woman lives with syrup on her answer crumbs on the floor and alter socks everywhere too!”. I think you and I could change state the best of friends.
I experience. I haven’t written much lately. My life and my schedule undergo been through many changes lately and it’s been so crazy that I have not even had time to write about how crazy it has been. But let’s put it this way for the first time since I gave up my job to be domiciliate with my kids I have begun to barely understand what a working mom must allow.
I’m taking on more hours at the preschool bringing work home with me keeping up on my son’s Kindergarten work still watching bring up and of course I’ll always be a work mom and housekeeper. And yet although I am more busy than I’ve been in a while. I’m more happy too. I like working hard. I like keeping my mind active and my hair on fire. It’s a good feeling to know that people are depending on you and you are appreciated for what you do. I cognise that my children undergo always fallen under these categories but it’s not often that one of them ordain come up to me at the sink pat me on the back and tell me how grateful they are that I’m here. Perhaps one day but I’m not going to hold my breath either.
Today was a good example of my working mom’s day. I woke up took half a shower made two lunches three breakfasts (none of them for me) medicate a comb through my hair grabbed four backpacks and tossed three children into the minivan. At which inform fight be one broke out. Jack had brought toys with him into the car and Nick wanted him to share. If they had managed.
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