My sons’ daycare was closed last week. My husband and I spent the week scrambling around trying to juggle the boys, our jobs, and everything else. I can proudly say that we all survived (I say this proudly as there were moments I was sure we would not). As I sit here at my desk at work, thinking back on the week, I have come to realize a few things…
I am not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom. I just don’t have what it takes. I don’t have the energy, the patience, the endurance, the…did I say patience? Yeah, I have ZERO.
Stay-at-home moms rock. Stay-at-home moms, you do this all the time? Every day?! You have all my respect and admiration. You are amazing.
There are too many hours in the day. I know we moms tend to say the opposite, but when you are trying to find things to do with a 4-year-old and a 1 ½ year old starting at 6:30am, the hours D R A G. By lunchtime I was ready to collapse and call it a day. Unfortunately my boys don’t understand the meaning of downtime. And their energy level? Off the freakin chart.
Kids play sucks. It is tedious, mind-numbingly repetitive, and oh yeah, apparently I do everything wrong (at least according to my 4-year-old). I’ve been cat-woman, bat-girl, race track builder, construction worker, soccer player, stick finder, bug catcher, school bus driver, football catcher, fort builder, and monster. And I’m freakin exhausted.
LEGOs are cool. This is the one thing that I actually enjoyed playing. Along with the fact that you actually get to SIT DOWN for a minute, the tiny LEGO people with their fun little hats are so cute!
Getting anything done around the house is pretty much impossible. Cleaning the house when you have a 4-year-old “helper” and a 1 ½ year old attached to your leg is a challenge to say the least. “Pillow Mountain” was a permanent fixture on my living room floor for the week. And folding laundry? Yep, that was fun. (Note to self: re-wash all the clothes the boys “folded.”)
Never underestimate the importance of a schedule. My boys aren’t used to being home all day during the week. Their “normal” schedule was thrown off, and with that came a lot of “what are we gonna do now mom?” to which my response of “how about some nice quiet time?” wasn’t received well. They didn’t eat as well, sleep as well, or behave as well as normal. Schedule is everything.
I have a new appreciation for Work/Life Balance. It’s no secret that balancing work and life is HARD. I am lucky enough to have a boss who actually understands the importance of a healthy work/life balance and allowed me to be flexible with my hours and work from home when needed. It was such a relief to know although my schedule was hectic and I wasn’t physically in the office during my normal hours, my job wasn’t in jeopardy. It was one less thing to worry about, and for that, I’m grateful.
I have a new appreciation for my daycare provider. It’s true: absence makes the heart grow fonder. Let me tell you, when I saw that beautiful smiling face and outstretched arms on Monday morning, I suppressed the urge to run to her myself and cry “Don’t ever leave me again!” (Seriously Carmela, don’t ever leave me again).
I miss my boys terribly today. While the week was mentally and physically draining, the bottom line is those two little monsters who tore my house apart and made me question my sanity are my favorite little people in the world. They are my heart and soul and every other part of me. And while I sit here – safely back in Grown Up Land – and complain about how difficult the week was, there is a part of me that’s a little sad wondering who’s keeping Pillow Mountain safe now that Bat-Man and Robin aren’t there to protect it…