Being a mom is hard. I learned that long time ago, when I had my first child. And just when I thought I had figured it all out, I got pregnant. And now I have two little ones. Stella is just shy of three years old and our new addition, Carter is seven months.
|My reward for sucking it up.|
To make things a little more complicated, I just went back to work. Back to work as in my full time job and my part-time evening job. I love both jobs so it wasn’t difficult to go back except for the fact that now all the other things that have to get done have to wait until after 5 pm.
Some people say since the hubby is home (he lost his job at the beginning of 2013,) he can do those things that need to get done around the house. For those of you who have hubbies, you can laugh with me. Ha.
Every now and then, I feel like a superhero. And it’s a good feeling. Yesterday, I got to work at 7 a.m. I ran home at lunch to nurse Carter. I had to be at my second job by 4:00 and got back home around 6:00. I threw dinner on the stove, put the running shoes on and hit the pavement for a four mile run. I got back in time to have dinner with my family. Granted I was sweaty but beggars can’t be choosers.
There was a day when I might have thrown myself a pity party. I would have been bummed because I had too many things to do to go out for a run. Or I would have felt guilty for choosing to run (which keeps me sane) and then ordering take out, or not having dinner with my kids.
But this time I grabbed the bull by the horns and took charge. It felt good. I have learned that sometimes, you just have to suck it up. Because maybe, every now and then, you can be a good mom. And that is what it's all about.