Because, effective this week, I am officially a WORKING mom. And I'm feeling guilty about it, so call me Confessing!
I've been a working mom since J was born, really. I enjoy working. I enjoy being busy. I love my job, and knowing that I'm helping people.
I DON'T love missing this time with my kids. While I enjoy not having the constant "Mom? Mom? Mom?", and the like, I hate missing out on some of the fun winter stuff. Last tax season, we had a great snowfall, and while I worked, Big Daddy loaded up the kids and the sleds, and texted me pictures. They had a great time, it was their first big sledding trip, and I was working.
I'm missing out on some of the stuff that's going on at school. I'm missing out on the hang out time. The curling up on the couch together to read from the current Harry Potter. The kicking some Storm Trooper booty on Lego Star Wars on the Wii.
The extent of my kid time right now is the AM scramble, followed by the after school hangout at the office. We get up, we get ready, we rush around fighting over bathroom time and if the coffee is ready. Someone lets the dogs out, another feeds them. J makes sure the cat has food and water. I grab a shower, the lunch menu is checked, and a report on who wants me to pack, and who wants to eat school lunch is made.