So it’s been one week since I returned to the classroom to fulfill that slightly crazy side of me that yearns for success, recognition, and a gold star for getting up and putting together a slightly cute outfit in the name of professionalism.
Momentum carried me through the first day just fine and I was feeling on top of the world. Like, call the Titanic and let me stand on the front with my arms open wide, Leo style.
By Wednesday, my Facebook status update was this:
So….I’m ready to quit.
Oh, the ups and downs of being a working mom. Scratch that. The ups and downs of being a mom. I know that me leaving the house each day and working in no way means that I am up for any kind of award of awesomeness, and I know that many stay at home moms would look at it like a vacation (and some days, I know that’s correct). The fact is that there are simply not enough hours in the day to accomplish all you want to accomplish, whether you spend the bulk of those hours at a workplace or at home with your children.
It is going to take some time to get used to cramming all of the things I both need and want to do into just a few hours of time in the evenings. I don’t want my quality time with my girls to suffer, and I’d love to start actually talking to my husband (who’s that?) again.
I’m thankful for all the support around me– family, friends, coworkers, Diet Coke, Moscato…
…and my sister-in-law, who sends me texts like this…
it will get better…and if not you can always become a crackwhore.
Yes, I can, and thank you.
