On any given weekday, my alarm clock goes off at 4:30. I usually feed the baby and get ready for work. I throw some leftovers in a box and head for the door.
i work an 8.5 hour shift (including lunch), then I rush to the elementary school to pick up my kindergartner and fourth-grader. I make conscious effort to be one of the first people they see when they exit the doors.
Then it’s back home to fix snacks and help with homework. I change a diaper, and then prepare dinner. of, course I don’t have time to eat it. At least two nights of every week, we need to be somewhere between 6 and 6:30.
When we get home, we have just enough time to eat and get ready for the next day. There are days I don’t have time to eat. Reading is a luxury I rarely enjoy and more often than not, there are dishes left in the sink when I go to bed. Somedays I do not sit down until I finally put on my pajamas
I work just as hard at home as I do at work. The pay is pretty lousy, by the benefits are amazing. I mean, look at those faces. Motherhood is certainly a labor of love.