If I sit back, close my eyes, and concentrate really hard – I can almost remember back when I had free time to do things like: make dinner and fold laundry. It’s hazy at best… but I’m pretty sure I can remember free time to do with what I chose. Well, in any case – those days are gone. At least for now, anyway. Looking back, I can’t help but feel like maybe I didn’t fully appreciate the time when I had it. I know I appreciated time with my little man, D.O. That’s something I’ve never taken for granted, and right now – I’m missing it something fierce. We get lots of quality time on the weekends, and occasionally we’ll do something fun during the week – but usually he’s too tired to do anything but throw tantrums by the time I pick him up from my sister’s place next door. Understandable, considering he won’t nap for her and he runs around with his cousins all day.
As I walked into my house today, I looked around and realized that my life is a blog post waiting to happen right now. Of course, I’ve been way too exhausted to write said post… but today, I’m finally buckling down. I’ve been working for about 6 weeks now. I’m going to write a post about my experiences and my feelings on the matter, but for today – I’ll just say that it’s bitter sweet. I love it and hate it. More on that later. I want to talk about all the things I’ve been noticing that stand as reminders that I’m a working mom. Not just a drop the kid at the sitter at 7:45 and pick up at 5:15 mom. No, no… I mean the, leave the house at 6:45, drive for almost an hour – work my tail off for 10-12 hours at a shockingly fast paced job, lifting wheels and tires for a good portion of the day, then drive home for almost an hour and pick up my child who throws a GIGANTIC tantrum every single time I walk through the door. <Sigh> Another story I’ll save for a different day.
So here they are: 5 Signs That I’m A Working Mom
1. I’m gone for so many hours during the day, that my dogs have decided the rules no longer apply. They sleep on our couches and on our bed. We’ve now resorted to covering the couches with sheets and towels – you know like they do in houses after someone dies – because I got sick of vacuuming them every weekend in order to finally sit down and put my feet up. So our house looks like one of those old, boarded up places where nobody has been in years.
2. I don’t care about TV anymore. I used to get excited about watching new episodes released on Netflix. Now, instead of entertainment, it just sounds like something that’s going to keep me awake at night. Except 24. I make time for 24 – because seriously… it’s Jack Bauer.
3. We scramble on the weekends to squeeze in every stitch of laundry in the house, every dish in the kitchen, and cooking enough food to get us through the week… because let’s be honest – if it isn’t done by Sunday night, it’s gonna sit there until Saturday morning. That’s just the cold, hard truth.
4. I find myself abnormally attached to my bed. Suddenly, I feel like it’s the only place in the world I want to be. It calls to me throughout the day and I anxiously await the moment that I get to return to it’s deliciousness. In other words, I’m tired.
5. I’ve neglected every social aspect of my life. I miss girls nights, I don’t write blog posts, I don’t play on Facebook or Instagram. I make time for two things in my life right now: Tim & Dominic. If you aren’t on the list of people I just named, I hope to see you soon… but honestly – it’s probably not gonna happen for a while.
Do you have Mom friends who work outside the home? I bet they are great at striking that elusive balance, aren’t they? I just re-read this post, and have decided that I should rename it to: 5 Signs That Prove I Haven’t Found The Balance Between Working And Being A Mom. But that’s really long, so I’ll just leave it.
I hope to see you soon and to have another blog post written sometime before the cows come home… but I can’t make any promises at the moment. :o)
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