So. It's been a while. I survived two weeks (plus an extra day—what was up with yesterday being a school holiday? Enough already!) without childcare help, a Texas Christmas, two long flights with a two-year-old, an overworked husband, and countless other things I blocked out. The toddler is back in school, and here I am, wondering what the hell I was thinking getting pregnant a SECOND TIME so I could start the waiting-until-he-or-she-is-old-enough-for-school process all over again. By day #8 I was contemplating a career in finance just so I could hire a full-time nanny rather than an occasional college student who goes HOME for winter break—the nerve! As lucky as I am to be able to stay home with my kid—well—I can't do it 24/7 and maintain my sanity. Especially while pregnant. In the dark, rainy winter. With a toddler who loves nothing more than to be six inches from my side AT ALL TIMES.
"Watch Mama pee-pee?"
"Actually, Mama would love just a moment of solitude."
"Mama poo-poo? Watch Mama poo-poo?"
"Actually, adults tend to like privacy when they go poo-poo. Would you mind maybe just giving me a moment here?"
"Mama wash hands? Help Mama? Help Mama wash hands?"
It's ADORABLE AS HELL, and it's driving me mad. Well it was. But now she's back in school, and I have to say I felt a little bereft after dropping her off—though nothing a doughnut didn't quickly cure.
photo courtesy ppdigital, morgueFile
As much as I love my child and wish I could spend more time with her, I secretly (or not so secretly now) am very thankful for my job. I get to be the boss, do things that make me proud of myself, and have meaningful adult interactions. Plus, if I was a stay at home mom I'd be so poor we could never ever afford to drive anywhere, so I would be truly stuck at home and stir freaking crazy!
ReplyDeleteNow, if I could only figure out how to work 2 and a half days a week and be home the rest of the time :)
I would shank a nun for the chance to have an audience free bm. The toddler at my houses new thing when she follows me into the bathroom is pointing at my crotch and announce that she "sees you pubies!" Sigh.
ReplyDeletePlus, if I was a stay at home mom I'd be so poor we could never ever afford to drive anywhere, so I would be truly stuck at home and stir freaking crazy!
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