I scheduled my blog post that went live earlier today (about not feeling guilty being a working-mom) to automatically post about a week ago. Then, this morning, I felt badly dropping my little girl off at daycare. It was a combination of factors I think. Since we started her in daycare 5 weeks ago I’ve been dropping her off in the morning and picking her up after work. Then, my daycare provider hurt her back and was out of commission for a little while. She asked if my husband could drop the baby off before he goes to work (because he goes in later than I do). We agreed to do so temporarily, even though it did inconvenience us.

Today was the first day in about 2 weeks that I’ve dropped her off before heading in to work and to be honest, I did feel badly. She is so happy at home with us and even though I know she’s happy at daycare too a part of me felt torn. This is the never-ending saga for working moms I suppose. My husband would actually love to be a stay-at-home dad but we simply can’t afford it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still very happy to be a working-mom, today was just harder than most…

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