This morning I attempted to take Baby Boy back to daycare
after his week long bout of Rosecea. Although he is not contagious, they will
not allow him back until tomorrow. (that is another whole story that will only
get my blood pressure up) So….back home it was to juggle Hubs job and mine. We
agreed upon me taking the AM shift and he would relieve me to come in for a few
hours this afternoon. I tried my best to enjoy the time with Baby Boy and for
the most part I did. We laughed as he begged for me to put a ball under his
shirt and he excitedly popped it out. We ate Cheerios on the living room floor
by the handful. We quietly read Pete the Cat as he snuggled his dinosaur
blankie. I patted his back and watched him fall in to a blissful late morning nap.
The entire time though….the pang of guilt….the paranoia that work was annoyed….that
my boss has grown tired of the ill children “excuse”…loomed in the back of my
mind. Until a very intelligent Favorite Niece reminded me that I should not
feel guilty for being a Mom. After all…that is my main gig. Sure it is nice to
be able to provide medical insurance or contribute a few bucks to bills….but
without it we would survive. Hubs and I are quite a resourceful team. But
without my main gig, my babies? Oh…that for sure would be a life not worth
living. So I will repeat to myself today I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY. I WILL NOT
FEEL GUILTY!
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