Hit it Worker Bee
My time of being at home is coming to an end. This is a blessing because it will provide insurance for my family and will afford us more income to care for the Verdizzlets and to pay for their education (which is worth every penny!).
The me that I have known since I was blessed to be a mother at the age of twenty four has apparently forgotten to show up for this blessed event. The sappy shadow of my former self has shown up in a big way and realized that my time as a “stay at home mom” has been an amazing time.
Now, those of you that have known me for a long time please pick your jaws up off of the floor so that I can continue…
I have loved volunteering for recess duty and having the ability to eat school lunch with my kids, without taking time off of work. I have enjoyed spending my evenings on my kids instead of the other 125 children that I was responsible for. I have enjoyed taking the kids on adventures every Wednesday when they get out of school at two thirty. And I have enjoyed the fact that I have the opportunity to choose what I am going to do each day without freaking out about the eighteen things that I am required to do before I can even start thinking about the things on my list.
I have cooked, cleaned, ran errands, taxied children, helped with homework, read stories, and I didn’t even blink an eye.
Who am I right now?
I am honestly freaking out about what it is going to be like when I am not the one picking up the kids from school and hearing about their day first. I don’t want the leftover version at dinner. I want the 3pm I just walked out of the door version. What happens next time they have a field trip or event? Will I miss something important?
And again who am I right now?
So, I have decided to smack myself and realize that they have been fine all along without me at home. They have two parents, one of them will still be picking them up from school. Then after a stern talking to myself I will put on my big girls pants and suck it up. Because the company I am working for sounds great, and this isn’t teaching. This is going to be great for all of us and I am so over this whiny sap that is sitting in front of my computer. So see ya later Sappy McSaperton, oh and yeah, thanks for helping me to appreciate the amazing time with the kiddos this summer.
Oh, and to my dearest husband, if you say the words, “Hit it worker bee, say hi to the man for me” on Monday morning bodily harm could be involved. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…