I am now working both inside and outside the house every day (did you see how I phrased that?). I have been part-time since our first child was born, but now all of our children are in school every day. So it's back to work for me.
So far, so terrible.
It's like when you have your first child. You think you were busy before, but then you realize that actually, you had all the time in the world and you completely and utterly took it for granted. You had absolutely tons of time on your hands that you thoughtlessly and uselessly squandered.
Then you have another child. And you realize that with one child you had loads of free time... and on it goes.
I thought I was busy before.
And let's clarify. Of course it is busy for moms working outside and inside the home. But I think we can agree that when all the children are in school all day, it is a completely different kettle of fish. Or ball of wax.
(Hmmmm. Neither of those sayings mean anything to me at all. I can't relate in any way, so why do I use them? Let's just say that it is a book of a completely different genre. That's better.)
The point is that I would be ecstatic to have 7 hours every day on my own. Alone. Free from distractions. Able to do errands! Read labels and make decisions! It would be a beautiful thing.
I could organize my house. I could decorate it. Heck, I could BUILD it.
Right now I am either at work or I have three children with me. Yes, I have a husband. But I think because I worked part-time for so long, and because I am a mom and it means the most to me, I have taken over all the kid-related things (except for hockey).
I do homework. I set out clothes for them that I have bought. I shop for toiletries. I buy birthday presents for their friends. I take them to all medical appointments. You see where I'm going with this.
It doesn't help that all three children have activities and that my husband and I also have our own activities so it is a very busy household.
I find that little things can send me right over the edge. Like the other day when I was trying to find socks for the entire family so we could go on a hike. I couldn't find any that matched and didn't have holes. I practically lost my mind. I should have just said, "We're all going sock-less, and we're going to LIKE it." These are the things I have to learn now that I am working every day outside the house.
I'm going to do groceries at 9:00 p.m. at night. I'm going to be on close intimate terms with my crock pot. And I am going to have to do things like stockpile birthday presents so I don't have to go out every time a child is invited to a birthday party. And I'm going to spend enormous sums on groceries (last time I almost fainted dead away in front of the cashier when she told me the total). But I will do it again. Why? Because I don't have time to do groceries more than once a week. So I will buy extra bagels and milk and chicken that is already cooked.
I will absolutely cherish P.A. days and holidays.
And I will buy socks. Lots and lots of socks.
So far, so terrible.
It's like when you have your first child. You think you were busy before, but then you realize that actually, you had all the time in the world and you completely and utterly took it for granted. You had absolutely tons of time on your hands that you thoughtlessly and uselessly squandered.
Then you have another child. And you realize that with one child you had loads of free time... and on it goes.
I thought I was busy before.
And let's clarify. Of course it is busy for moms working outside and inside the home. But I think we can agree that when all the children are in school all day, it is a completely different kettle of fish. Or ball of wax.
(Hmmmm. Neither of those sayings mean anything to me at all. I can't relate in any way, so why do I use them? Let's just say that it is a book of a completely different genre. That's better.)
The point is that I would be ecstatic to have 7 hours every day on my own. Alone. Free from distractions. Able to do errands! Read labels and make decisions! It would be a beautiful thing.
I could organize my house. I could decorate it. Heck, I could BUILD it.
Right now I am either at work or I have three children with me. Yes, I have a husband. But I think because I worked part-time for so long, and because I am a mom and it means the most to me, I have taken over all the kid-related things (except for hockey).
I do homework. I set out clothes for them that I have bought. I shop for toiletries. I buy birthday presents for their friends. I take them to all medical appointments. You see where I'm going with this.
It doesn't help that all three children have activities and that my husband and I also have our own activities so it is a very busy household.
I find that little things can send me right over the edge. Like the other day when I was trying to find socks for the entire family so we could go on a hike. I couldn't find any that matched and didn't have holes. I practically lost my mind. I should have just said, "We're all going sock-less, and we're going to LIKE it." These are the things I have to learn now that I am working every day outside the house.
I'm going to do groceries at 9:00 p.m. at night. I'm going to be on close intimate terms with my crock pot. And I am going to have to do things like stockpile birthday presents so I don't have to go out every time a child is invited to a birthday party. And I'm going to spend enormous sums on groceries (last time I almost fainted dead away in front of the cashier when she told me the total). But I will do it again. Why? Because I don't have time to do groceries more than once a week. So I will buy extra bagels and milk and chicken that is already cooked.
I will absolutely cherish P.A. days and holidays.
And I will buy socks. Lots and lots of socks.
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