There are a lot of drawbacks to being a parent who works outside the home.
If we’re being perfectly honest, yeah… most of the time I look forward to my weekends with J. Most week days I enjoy picking him up from school, hearing about his day, and bringing him home to eat dinner and play before bedtime. Most of our weekends are jam-packed with fun and love and laughter and on Sunday nights I look out on the week ahead and sigh, wondering why it has to be five whole days before we enjoy another weekend together.
Most of the time.
But I’m not a perfect person and I sure as hell am not a perfect mom. I’m not Martha Stewart meets June Cleaver meets a Stepford Wife. I am me. And there are weekends when I think, “DEAR GOD IS IT MONDAY YET?”
There. I said it.
There are Saturdays when I think there’s no way in hell I can continue to spend another 24 hours with my child. There are Saturdays when I want to throw up my hands and say, “I can’t do this anymore.”
Because it’s so hard to keep them entertained, to keep them engaged, and to keep yourself sane. It’s so hard to go from approximately four hours a day to an easy 10 or 12 for two days straight. It’s so hard to get used to having that much time with your little
This past weekend, J and I were both sick. I had to take Friday off of work, just one week after missing three days of work for his ear surgery. For those of you who are mathematically challenged, like me, that means over a period of 15 days I spent 9 of them cooped up in the house with a sick or healing little boy. Nine. Full. Days. And three of those included me feeling like Death had crept into my bedroom and breathed his hot, horrible, sickening breath into my lungs.
I hate being sick, but being sick with a sick toddler is a while new realm of hell. At one point on Saturday, I was coughing up a lung while chasing J around the house trying to get him to take his medicine. That little episode ended with both of us in tears and J with pink medicine all over his face and drying in his hair.
There are definitely perks to not doing THAT every day. There are times when I thank GOD for the ability to hand my sweet child over to his teachers and escape to a world where no one asks me to wipe their nose or their ass and no one begs me to play Dora the Explorer Candy Land. I sink into my office chair and revel in the humming silence of a room without matchbox cars or crumbs on the sofa. I welcome the interruption of ADULT voices, ADULT questions, and ADULT problems. As much as I loathe the hours I don’t get to spend with him when we’re both well and happy and able to get out and about, I also wrap my arms around Monday like she’s a long lost friend when we have weekends like this past one.
Let’s be honest… we get and give enough guilt and drama over working outside the home… it’s past time we start to embrace the perks, too.