Sometimes I question why I go to work. It has become harder and harder to justify the time away from my children, especially when they are sick. Today is one of those days… where I confess that I almost turned around, called work and quit. But I did not… I trudged along and hopped on the train to go to work. Because the bigger picture is, I need to work. Ugh. Depressing.
I did not know what it entailed to become a “mother”. I just knew I had one and how hard can it be? My mom “seemed” to have it easy… because you know, I was a good girl :
and I think I turned out well. Well, I have come to a realization that it is hard. I look back at the times when I made my mother’s life difficult without realizing it or knowing what the consequences are. I did not know that I would feel so depressed, torn, excited and glad at the same time.
I am depressed because I hated leaving my children today knowing that they are sick. That they will get the cuddles that they want from someone else and not from me. But in away I was glad to get a break because one of my girls kept me up all night because she was sick. I can zone out at work and leave the worrying at home for a minute.
When I am at work, I get to take a break from my “mommy life” but then my “work life” stresses me out. It is a never-ending circle… I feel like I cannot get a grip, get ahead or just keep up. Maybe its just one of those days where I really should just curl up in bed with a good book.
God. I do not even know when the last time I picked up a book to read!
Maybe this is a wakeup call. To take it easy, smell the roses and get better at prioritizing. I think I hear a New Year’s resolution taking shape! I think its time I seriously try harder at balancing my life. Now this sounds like a plan.



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