It’s been a rough morning y’all.
I’m a working mom. I have all kinds of guilt. The work guilt took over this week.
When I’m not traveling, I usually don’t leave for the office until after the girls leave for school. None of them are morning people and it’s just easier if I’m there…not easy…but easier.
But, work guilt kicked in and I decided to leave early this morning so I could be at work on time. I promise y’all…all they had left to do was brush hair and teeth, put shoes on and throw their lunch in their bags…10 minutes right?
40 minutes later, after numerous texts to me…at least 3 phone calls…they were out the door…and one of them still had to brush their hair in the car.
So now my mom guilt has kicked in.
I don’t want to be a working mom. It’s not a choice I made. It’s a choice life made.
I love my job. I love what I do. I think I make a difference…yes, for my company…but I would like to believe I impact others I interact with in a big picture way too.
But all I really want to do is be a stay at home mom.
Days like today…where it’s not even 8 and I feel like I’ve failed at the most important job God has given me —raising my girls—I just…I don’t know…I just want to break down and cry.
OK, let’s be real, I’ve done that twice this morning already.
Life’s hard. Being a working mom is extra hard. Trying to balance the mom guilt vs the work guilt…and let’s not even get in to the wife guilt…Well, I haven’t figured that out yet.
If someone could give me the next winning lottery numbers so I can be home with my girls, that would be awesome.
Oh—and could you buy me the ticket too? I never quite seem to get around to that…