Okay, here's the deal. I am not going back to work. My awesome boss knows, it was a very sad meeting, but I am really excited for this new step.
Um, two kids? BRUTAL. Maybe it's because Husband leaves the house by six a.m. and does not return until at least nine or 10 (is that correct? Or is that opposite? No, it's opposite. I fixed it, but know that I used the numbers for six and nine and spelled out 10. But can you mix them like that in one sentence? Advise). He's working a TON, which is obviously a big sacrifice and I really appreciate it, but dude. It is intense. There are literally no breaks. By six o'clock I am literally fried. I look like one of those cats on those dumb book order posters that say "Hang in there!" except uglier.
I love my kids, obviously, and I feel lucky to be able to spend this time with them because it is not something a lot of people are able to do. Though you know what I hate? How people always frame this situation as a choice and one option is better than another. Being a parent is hard, period. It's a huge sacrifice, working or not. Everyone's on the same team - the team where we hide from our kids because they are life-sucking leeches who are out to destroy us. Well, except that it's hardest for me and nobody knows my plight or pain. Kidding. But it bugs me. Parents who stay home do not have it easy. Parents who work do not have it easy. Why can't we just leave it at that?
Back before I had kids, I used to write a little bit, and it was fun because people Googled me. What? Maybe I could write a little bit again, while I'm hiding from my kids. But is there a paper for New England moms who are super hilarious and enjoy 80s teen sitcoms, talking about outfits and not knowing any current events? I think it would be really good, don't you? I'd read it.
What was that? Sorry, I was busy yelling at Bink about watching another Dora the Explorer. Spoiler alert: I let her. Yay!