Vent

Is it just me...but are there days when anyone else questions a decision to be a full-time mom? In what universe was I living in when I decided this was for me? Every other day I can make it work but today I find myself dreaming of business suits, phone conferences, a commercial kitchen, and paperwork. Picking up children, who are elated to see me as I have been gone all day, from a daycare where they have been running laps so that there is just enough energy left to eat dinner, read a story and swiftly drift off to sleep. But then I think of the few mornings we have left to be quiet and lazy before the hustle and bustle of full-time school or the first this-and-thats I might have missed along the way. I feel guilty about complaining, my mom always said she wanted to stay home with us and there are so many who would like to be any kind of mom. How about a little perspective, ev. And if I remember correctly, when I was working, I was exhausted from being a mom all day and a restaurant manager at night. And I am fairly certain that most of my employees, with the exception of a sparse few, reminded me a whole lot of having multiple teenagers who favored drug use over actual work. I am sure the moment will pass, it always does, and I will realize that it was only hormonal and perhaps tomorrow I will enjoy listening to my name being screamed 106 times a hour. And of course, there is the realization that if I was at work, I would not have been able to play Scrabble at the pool on a fine Monday afternoon.