Wednesday, July 7, 2010
And with that simple announcement
the chaos begins. Kids begin to
swarm, the dog starts yapping,
and the questions come faster than
I can answer.
“Can I go to Mamaw’s?”
“Can we go swimming?”
“What’s for dinner?”
“Miss, where’s my…?”
Sometimes it makes me feel overwhelmed.
Sometimes it makes me feel irritated.
And that makes me feel guilty.
That’s what it is to be a working mom.
Wanting/needing just five minutes
to clear my head from the stress of
the day. But I can’t always do
that because I'm the mom.
I've been gone all day. There’s
work to be done, dinner to be fixed, and
kids and a husband to be loved.
It’s impossible for me to do both jobs well.
Something has to give somewhere.
Usually, regrettably, it’s something at home.
The laundry remains in a pile on the laundry room
floor, meals are late and prepared as quickly as possible,
and I often miss classroom parties and field trips.
I hate that.
I’d stay at home in a minute, if I could.
That’s where my heart is. Then I
wouldn’t feel guilty. At least not about
all of that.
Blog ya later, Missy
Posted by Missy at 4:30 PM