I Know
by Cookie
Hey! It’s Hot On The Titties Friday! Remember those?
I don’t have much of a rant for you today, but I DO have an opinion.
I am living proof that it is impossible to be a working mom and give it all to all the important things. There is just no way to give your all to everything and not expect something to suffer.
Believe what you want to believe, Bitches, but it can’t be done. Even if you manage to not miss any work, clean the house, feed everyone, spend time with your children ( and watching TV doesn’t count), something is going to suffer. And that something will be you.
You will be so exhausted that you can’t even hold a conversation with your spouse other than “I’m going to make some tea and go to bed”
And you know what I’ve decided? I have decided to no longer feel guilty when I say “no” to things that have nothing to do with my family. “No” to more work. “No” to that performance. “No” to anything other than the commitments I’ve already made to myself.
And you why? Because I love my kids more than I love my job(s). And I do love my job, but at the end of the day, it comes a far second to my family.
Sometimes, I’ve decided, it’s better to do with less in order to have more.
And I respect all the career women out there who work full time. You do what you gotta do. But if I was a gambling type of girl, I would bet that something is suffering in your life.
Maybe I just took on a few too many things this year. Maybe I just would rather spend more time with my babies before they get too big too fast. Probably a little of both.
But last night, my Twee Destroyer put it all in perspective once again.
I have been extraordinarily busy the past few weeks. It’s looking to keep up a good pace until the Christmas break. And I feel guilty, because the one who misses out on the most time with me is her. Because Buddy is just so little and needy still. She’s been acting like a little bit of an asshole, and I’m pretty sure it’s because she misses me since whenever I manage to spend some extra time with her, she becomes her delightful little self again.
So last night, I was extremely jealous of Husband who had put her to bed (while I was busy trying to calm a teething Buddy) and came downstairs to declare that Destroyer had said “I love you Daddy”.
I was choked. I was missing out. I wanted to cry.
And then before I went to bed, I went in to check on her and make sure she was tucked in. Wide awake, she let me snuggle into to bed for a moment.
I looked at her and said, “I love you, Baby D”. Hoping to get the same response as Daddy. Hoping that all the extra time away didn’t make her sad. And she looked up at me and said:
“I know.”
Even better.
Snuggling time is so precious because it goes away so quickly. But you’ve got your priorities straight.
Enjoy. 🙂
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YES YES YES!!! I, shocking no one, agree with this completely.
My main goal right now is to make sure, without a doubt, that the kids (most especially the Tornado) know that they are loved without limit. The “I love you”s are nice, but the “I know I’m loved” are so so so much more.
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Awwwwww! Your words are so true. My brother (who works like a dog btw) often says “There are very few people who will lay on their deathbed and declare they are glad they stayed back at work every night. They are more like to say they are glad they came home early and took more time with their family”. Except maybe a Nobel Prize winner or a great inventor or the like and even they will prob be sorry for missing out on their family. I believe he is 100% correct so I’m going to focus on that too.
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