Every morning my 3 year old son says "you going to work?" and I always reply with my exaggerated yes. Like most of our conversations go, he follows my answer with a "why?". Although my creative answers make him happy I feel like I am constantly asking myself this same question. Why do I go to work everyday and allow someone else to take care of my children? Why do I volunteer for the extra hours or the overtime? Why does it feel like I am working my time away?!?!
Hi everyone! I am the office manager at a trucking company in Delaware, OH. I love my job and enjoy the people that I work with, we have alot of fun together. I work about 60 hours/6 days a week. I am learning pretty quickly what it means to be Super Mommy! The moment that my feet hit the floor in the morning, I am non-stop. My boys usually wake around the same time too so imagine this..... mommy in front, two little boys wanting mommy's cuddles, AND two dogs following me around waiting to go out and get a treat. I refer to this as the morning circus train! Usually we all end up in the chair, dogs and all, so that we can all cuddle for about 20 minutes. Then its time for Daddy-o to get up and take over so I can throw on some clothes and rush out the door just in time.
BC, the time I refer to as Before Children, my clothes had to be perfect, my hair had to be perfect, EVERYTHING had to be perfect. Now I am lucky to get out the door fully dressed with matching shoes. Now when I get to work its a game to guess the mystery "stuff" dried on my shirt sleeve, or identify the "goo" stuck in my curls. My socks never match, I rarely wear make-up, and my long curls usually get stuffed into a messy bun while I am running out the door.
Soooo....... I feel like it's my turn to ask "why?" I know the obvious reasons; money, food, shelter, diapers, and more diapers. But I guess I need some encouragement..... is it ok to be away from them, is it ok to volunteer for the saturday hours because I know that the extra $ will allow us to go to the zoo or walk to the dairy queen for ice cream on a sunday afternoon? Will it affect them when they are older, even though I feel like I am doing it for them? What does it say about me as a mom?