Today I worked, in preparation for my working the Saturday and Sunday after Thanksgiving. Just to brush up on my register skills and fill out my re-hire paperwork.
I remember why I don't work. I am a spaz. I am completely incapable of getting 2 kids ready for school, 1 ready to go to my friend's house and myself as well. I left the house with my hair wet, and my black work pants shrunk since February when I wore them last (darn random shrinking) I had to dig fat people stretch pants out of my dresser.
I missed my baby. I went on and on to my co-workers and random customers about how much I love being home with Peyton and how amazing she is and how I wish I had had this opportunity with Krystal and Joey and how much I enjoy being the one to get them off the bus everyday and see their smiling faces when they step off the bus and see me.
Peyton missed me. She loves her Auntie Michelle, but she is very stuck to Mommy and Daddy (especially Daddy)
It will all be worth it when Todd gets his new CD player and antenna for his car so that he can listen to the radio and not worry about his CDs getting eaten. Work is just not for me right now, it is more important for me to be here.
Thank you for writing this Sarah. It is nice to read other mommies who think working is magically their "thing", when in reality it is what they are already doing. Being a stay at home mommy. That is the most important for them. I always hated working, and I know if I get a job I will hate it again. I just need a little reminder that I would be happier at home :D
ReplyDeleteYou will be happier. I missed out on years of my kids lives that I can't get back. I stopped working in February of 2008 (so Krystal was 6 and Joey 3.5) On my days off I wanted to relax and felt that having to take care of my kids wasn't a true day off. My stress level was through the roof. I resented having to be a Mom and run errands on the only 2 days I had "to myself"
ReplyDeleteDon't get me wrong, I still would love to have a day to myself, but I don't have that same anger and resentment. I am giving up nothing but still giving all of myself. I go to bed at night feeling proud of what I do instead of stressing about floor moves, inventory, jerky customers and unreliable co-workers.