Three weeks of vacation with the kiddies is over. Busy, busy, busy, we were. I’m not sure if we stuck to any of the plans we made, and some days were, ahem, longer than others, but we had fun, my boys and I.
This is the part of my vacation where I send major props out to all the Mommies, Daddies, Nannies (Mannies?) and caregivers who stay home with their babies all day. It’s hard work. Like, really hard work. Like, you should get paid a buttload of money for what you do kind of work. It’s something I’m certainly not cut out for doing full-time (insert “I love my kids BUT” comment here…!)
A typical day at home over the last three weeks included any combination of the following: crying, barfing, spilling, wiping, eating, crying, screaming, whining, hitting, slapping, hugging, story-telling, dropping, poking, scratching, bleeding, shouting, kissing, licking, pooping, changing, running, falling……should I go on? I’ll let you try to figure out who did what 🙂
Needless to say, I’m looking forward to being back at work. Work is where I get to drink a whole coffee in one sitting. I get to go to the bathroom by myself, and I get to eat real food and not my kids’ leftovers. I get to dress up in clean clothes, not break a sweat and nobody sticks their fingers up my nose. It’s heavenly.
But, on the flip side, I gotta say I’ve got some cool kids. There were a lot of nice things about spending so much time with them. It was almost like I got to know them a little better, you know, their real personalities. It sounds terrible I know, but it’s true. When you work all day, you miss out on a lot of good stuff.
Often, at the end of the work day, we come home to kids who are cranky, hungry and don’t want to have baths or go to bed. These are not the good times. The good times are watching your baby learn to say new words (“poop” and “snack” this week….) and watching your kids interact. I watched how Griffin looks out for his little brother by hiding things he deems a safety hazard for little feet or hands. I watched Jace lift his arms up to his big brother to help lift him over 80lbs of lazy dog when he couldn’t find a way around him. It was like watching animals in their natural environment 😉
A few cell phone pics to sum up our vacay…
(Lyndsay’s note: What’s cuter than little boys in white tank tops??)
I’m happy I got to spend that much time with my babies, but I’m also glad to be back at work. Can’t we have it all? Is there a balance here somewhere? A 50/50?
What’s your work time to child time ratio? 5 days at work, 2 days home? Something different? I’d love to hear what your situation is; I need to start finding some harmony. I feel like I’ve got a lot of balls in the air right now and one’s about to fall….