I'm only working half-days right now, so in the afternoons I get to be just a mamma again... and I love that!
But it certainly isn't easy doing it all.
I feel guilty leaving work early when there is endless work to be done, and at the same time I feel guilty if I'm late picking up Zac from daycare. He holds out for me.... he knows I'm coming soon so he refuses to eat their lunches or drink their bottles. So when we finally arrive home he's overtired and starving, and frantically pulling at my shirt to breastfeed. In a frenzied rush, bags are dropped to the ground, snowsuits torn off, my bra gets tossed across the room (!), and we settle into the chair and he nurses until he passes out. And finally I exhale.
And then there's laundry, and dinner, and work emails, and my need to spend quality time with Zac.... And this poor little blog of mine? Well it just feels impossible to get to.
But I am trying :)
Being a working mother is hard - but it's also fulfilling. And I'm not complaining. I feel lucky that I get to do it all… or at least try to.
Life is good when life is busy.