Friday, February 27, 2009

Feeling Sad

I am fortunate. I have a job that allows me to be flexible and spend several hours a day with my son. He's not at daycare all stinkin' day long, only to come home, eat supper, take a bath, and go to bed. My workday is over around 3:00pm.

But still, I hate being away from my son. HATE IT. My heart breaks a little bit every morning when I leave the house before he's even awake. By the time I pick him up and get home, I'm exhausted from working a full 8-hour day, so I don't feel like he's getting the best attention from me. All too often the TV goes on, just because I need to sit down and put my feet up. (I'm a teacher- on my feet most of the time.) He wants to play and run around, but I simply can't do it. Not immediately after getting home.

I hope this will only be for a little while. I'm a mommy and I belong with my son.

I try to be grateful. This job is truly a blessing for my family. But it also stinks.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

aww many hugs ... know that even us stay at home moms do not give the best of ourselves to our kids and the tv comes on at times.

Tough not doing what your heart tells you though :(

Jessica said...

I understand. It is rough being a working mother. Just keep your eye on the goal and reason you are doing it.

Haley said...

I seriously can relate here. It is so hard adjusting to this phase....hope things cheer up for you really soon!

Damselfly said...

Sending you a virtual hug until I can give you one in person!

You are a great mom.

Unknown said...

This post makes me apprehensive because I am interviewing for a full-time job next week. NOT what I want but they contacted me and unfortunately our financial situation may dictate it. Will I HATE being away from my kids? You betcha!

Susan said...

We have several girls at work who are going through this right now. It's never easy, but it DOES become a blessing when they can come with you to work. When the boys were little, I taught Kindergarten in preK/K school and they were with me. It was nice then, too.

I'm praying for you.

Hugs,

Susan