Days like today make me wish I was a stay at home mom again.
One of the kids is sick, which was aptly timed because I did not sleep well. I woke up looking for any excuse to call my boss and tell him they'd have to try and live without me for one day. When Meg announced that her tummy and head hurt I didn't even question her or argue with John over who had to stay home from work with her. I immediately volunteered.
When I have a day off, especially an unexpected one, I feel a weight lift. As though I've got a breathing room. Seven surprise hours to get caught up on those things that have been nagging me. (I won't mention that I'm still in my jammies or that I had a two hour nap) . It makes me wonder what I was whining about the ten years I did this full time.
Then I remember. My kids are not as needy as they once were. Yes, we're crazy busy most days here, but the overall preparation is left to them. They dress themselves, wash themselves and, blessed-be, they wipe themselves. The older two make their own lunches as well as those of their siblings. All four bring their clothes to the laundry room and John usually throws it in the washing machine before he leaves the house. Even Meg, as she lays there not really all that sick, doesn't require much attention. I've been mostly offering up my services as cook, reader and tv host to her.
So I guess what I'm saying is that I want to be a stay at home mom again. Yes, now that they've all grown to an age where my day would be pretty much like this. I just munched on a bag of Nibs. So housewives eating bonbons do exist - and I want to be one!