Since I am a teacher, my last day of work before summer
vacation was Tuesday, June 12. Twelve days ago. Now, please know that I love my
boys very much, so hopefully what I am about to say will not offend many.
I MISS WORK.
In fact, working to me is easier than staying home. I used
to think (pre- kids) that a stay-at-home mom watched soap operas in between
pedicures, shopping, and lunch and play dates with friends. Anyone could do
this…right? And what a relaxing life! I am not sure where this theory came
from…I’m really not. And I apologize profusely for such a mental
misrepresentation. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Both my parents always worked full time so maybe it’s just
because I never saw it in action. Anyway, as much as I love my boys, staying
home and taking care of them and taking care of housework and everything else
that needs to be done can be utterly exhausting. Between the two of them, they
totally wear me out! They will not stop moving, stop talking, stop arguing with
each other, stop eating and stop shouting things like “Mommy! Brother hit me.”
“Mommy! Can I have some juice?” “Mommy! Can we go to the park!” “Mommy! Will
you help me go pee pee?” “Mommy, I made a mess…”
Mommmy. Mooooommmmyyy. Mooooommmmmmyyyyy.
The other day, in exasperation I screamed, “I AM NOT
MOMMY!! STOP CALLING ME THAT!”
To which Kevin replied, “But I want you to be my mommy.”
I’m too scared to pray for patience right now…but Lord,