As a busy working Mama, I like nothing more than seeing 4pm on a Thursday afternoon. That’s the time I finish work, ahead of me is a three day weekend and 72 hours to spend with my Little Mr (and the weekend with my hubby.) I know I probably shouldn’t wish time away during the week but in all honesty, I really dislike Monday to Thursday. I hate waking Little Mr up so early on those days and bundling him into the car to take to his Grandparents. Although we have a self-inflicted routine from the minute we step foot in the door at home to the minute we put Little Mr down to bed, it’s all a bit rushed and I’m constantly wishing it was Thursday evening.
I’ve been back at work for 11 months now working a reduced week (30 hours over 4 days) and although it feels pretty ‘normal’ now (whatever normal is) I often wonder how life will be in another year or so. Will we still be rushing around during the evenings, stacking the dishwasher, changing the washing over to the dryer, preparing for the next day of our working week or will it all be different? I really want to be one of those Moms that do the school run. I don’t want anyone else to do it for me. I want to wave my beaming little beauty off to nursery/school and pick him up after a busy day. I want to make friends with other Moms, just like my own Mom did with us when we were little. Am I being old fashioned or is it possible?
Today is my most favourite day of the week. Friday; I get to wake up and have the whole day off with my Son. I really miss him during the week and want the chance to spend a Friday with him playing in the park, colouring in with him on the sofa whilst we watch Doc McStuffins or Curious George or reading a Thomas and Friends book together. He’s growing up so quickly, I feel like I’m missing out on him discovering new words and enjoying new things. It’s so hard being a working Mama but I know it’s something I just have to get on with, the household bills aren’t going to pay themselves and as my Mom used to say, you’ve made your own bed now you’ve got to lie in it (we build up our own debt, now we have to pay it off by working hard and making sacrifices) I doubt it’ll get any easier but it’s not like I didn’t know this was the case before he came along because I did. I just never ever expected it to be this hard emotionally. As a new Mum (can I still say that 19 months on?) you expect things to be hard but I’ll admit, I totally underestimated how hard it is. But he is so worth it and our lives are a million times better with him here besides us lighting up our world with his smiles and giggles.
Here’s to a fantastic weekend with my curly haired toddler. Love him!