Sunday, March 4, 2012

Monday eve

Sunday night.  Monday eve.

The dread of many working moms.  The weekend is over.  Morning will come too soon.  Children will not want to wake up and protest everything possible.

I am driving carpool this week, which means Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday we need to be ready to leave for the day at 7:30am.  It's chaotic to say the least.  Work bags, lunch bags, backpacks, special blankets and naptime supplies.

I read a tweet tonight that broke my heart.  A mom, preparing to go to work tomorrow, crying because it's Sunday night.

It's hard.  It's hard to leave your little ones.  It's hard to put so much time and effort into a place that isn't your home and people who aren't your family.  Even the most rewarding jobs just aren't your family.

For me, I have to trust that I'm where I'm supposed to be. That what I give my husband, my children, my home, and my job are all enough.  I have no more to give, so it has to be enough.

I am simply hoping for a straightforward week where the kids go to school/preschool and I go to work.  Last week was not straightfoward.  Gracie was puking, Miss Rose's sinuses were leading a revolt and Lily was for once trying to figure out why everyone else was laying around and she had tons of energy.

Monday afternoon and Tuesday found me sick and not moving off the couch.  I don't know if I've ever slept an entire morning, but after my gracious mother in law picked the little girls up on Tuesday, that's just what I did.

I pulled it together for Wednesday and thought I was getting better.  But by Friday afternoon, I was worse again.  A terrible sore throat and headache to match.  It wasn't strep, but the doctor thought there was some underlying infection and I have to agree because after a few doses of antibiotics I feel so much better.

This week I just want to work in my office for three full days.

Monday eve comes for all mothers, working out of the home or not.  Few children are excited to wake up for school.  Dads are going to work and it's the daily grind for the household.

Monday comes for us all.

I hope that your week is straightforward and that you find little ways to embrace each day.