Saturday, January 7, 2012
Since re-entering the working full time world, I have gained so much more respect for mothers who have been doing this the whole time. I admired them before, but now I just think they deserve a medal of honor, stiff drink or a vacation. It begins at dawn and ends late at night with a few hours of drug induced sleep in between.
I'm slowly learning the delicate balance of working outside of the home at a full time job that demands full time attention and then coming home and caring for my family. I also thought continuing my art business (which by the way is doing amazingly awesome, thank you!) would be fun.....but it's taking up a lot of spare time...whatever that is. I feel like I'm working three jobs. Wait...I am working three jobs.
And don't even think about being sick. There are no sick days. Unless you are on your death bed, you have to function. You have to drag your snot clogged feverish head out of bed to get two kids out the door and yourself to work. Your mind never stops running....
"Did Brody put on underwear this morning?"
"What's for dinner?"
"Did I put underwear on this morning?"
"Did I put Baylor in the right shoes for P.E today?"
"Did I finish those art orders?"
"Did I pee?"
You leave a messy house only to return to a messy house. Since you're not home all day, when you get home you have to do the things that need immediate attention......laundry, cleaning and most importantly spending time with your kids. You may think cleaning doesn't require immediate attention, but if you know me, you know that a panic attack may ensue if a dirty house is under foot.
It's survival of the fittest...and the one with the strongest coffee.
I am slowly learning this dance, one clumsy step at a time.
Posted by Keri Speidel at 1:53 PM