Many of you know that I am a full-time working mom. I have a 22-month-old son who is the light of my life. My family lives in one of the most expensive places to live in the United States. And we have debt. And we get really wonderful insurance through my job. So, not working isn't really an option for me. The upside is that I have a very good job and work with great people. I get to be around books all day. What's not to like? I get frustrated sometimes, though. I never get to have playdates and can't seem to manage to get together with other moms for playdates because weekends are my only options. I hear about all these great classes that other kids are taking and I can't sign Noodlebug up because he is in daycare those days. Even though I forego exercise (and have made peace with being 40 pounds overweight) in order to spend more time with my child, it is never enough. I live for weekends when I can spend time with my child and my husband.
I had a good weekend this past weekend. We finally got some sunshine. I had a date night with my husband on Friday night, a crafty get-together on Saturday and a family trip to see the new ALICE IN WONDERLAND movie on Sunday. (it was Noodlebug's third movie and he continues to be an absolute angel) The best part of the movie? I was worried he might be scared of the Jabberwocky so before the big scene came, I removed his 3D glasses and turned him around in my lap. He hunkered down and fell asleep on my shoulder. Since he is a very active toddler, I never have the opportunity just to hold him. It was awesome. We played and laughed and had a great time and then Sunday night came. My husband sees the transformation I go through each Sunday night when the realization hits me that I will be going to work the next day and sending my little one to daycare. I get grumpy and generally unpleasant. The transition from weekeend to work week is a hard one for me. I hope someday that circumstances will change and in the meantime I try and cherish the time we have together.
I did manage to finish another book so I owe you two reviews now!
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I'm sorry you struggle with Sunday nights so much, Amy. From what you've told me, I think you deal really well and take full advantage of the time you do get with Aidan. I'm sure it's a tough process to find the right balance. I'm glad you dedicate yourself to finding that balance, as hard as it might be.
Amy...My children are now grown and on their own, but I struggled with the same feelings as you when they were young. It's tough to be a working mom. Hang in there and remember that your son will grow up just fine and that you are doing the best you can --spending quality time on w/ends.
Thank you for the support, friends!
-Amy
Oh, Amy. I haven't had to deal with Sunday night stress since having Bethany, but it used to KILL me when I taught in a really difficult school. It's just the worst feeling, isn't it? You are clearly making the most of the time y'all have together, which is definitely the most important thing!!
Hugs. I don't know what to say exactly since I don't have children but I hope those good times are worth all the struggle you go through to make them happen. Hang in there. :-)
hum... I don't know if it will help much overall, but did you check to see if there are classes you can sign him up for on the weekends? Jennifer has Kate in swim lessons on Saturday mornings, and I know a ton of people with kids in Saturday morning soccer classes. Sarah has Addie in Saturday morning dance class. Maybe check at your gym? Mine offers kids' swim lessons on the weekends.
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