A few weeks ago I started filling in at my old job a bit more than usual.
I worked a couple weeks in a row for a couple hours in the morning.
But that? Just that?
Knocked me on my tush.
I got home to Tom at 9:30 a.m. and just couldn’t make myself take him to a playdate.
The fear that my child would fall asleep in the car, thereby leaving me without a nap, was too much for me to contemplate.
I just couldn’t do it.
I started feeling like I was doing a crappy job with Tom.
I was still home with him, and we were still playing, and we ran a few errands, and played outside — but I definitely toned down the amount of activity we had been used to.
I was just…tired.
And it was that kind of tired that makes you feel kind of sick.
And then I actually got sick, and it was basically the worst week ever.
And then I started REALLY thinking I was doing a crappy job with Tom. I could hardly move.
So I let watch Tom watch all of Toy Story 3.
On a Tuesday.
For no reason!
Just…I hate that.
You know what else I hate? Guilt.
So I was feeling all sorry for myself and poor Tom that he had this sick, tired mom and then the greatest thing happened.
I became totally energized.
This week I’m not going in to work. And this week I’m not sick. And this week I remembered how great it is to be home with Tom.
It was like last week was a kick in the pants for this week.
We met a friend at a bouncy house-type place (Catch Air if you’re interested) and it was AMAZING!
Tom totally, crazy, psycho loved it.
He ran around like a maniac. He played with their train table. He played in their ball pit. He played with their big balloons and went down the gigantic slide over and over.
WE crawled through an obstacle course that — no joke — moms do not need to go to a gym to work out if they accomplish this thing.
It was great!
And we started our first music class yesterday!
I’d been wanting to do one, but I was a bit nervous considering my child — well, he’s a bouncy house kind of kid.
I just wasn’t sure that sitting in a circle and participating would be his thing.
But he did really, really well! He kept wanting to leave our classroom to explore the whole place, and during one quiet song he — ran around like a maniac.
But he did so great! I was really proud.
It’s a 45 minute class, so the fact he didn’t lose it was total success. And we sang “The Wheels on the Bus” which Tom loves.
We’ll be taking this class once a week for the next six weeks, and I’m hoping he gets more and more used to the format over time.
This week has been wonderful.
It’s been great to focus completely on Tom again, and not feel run down.
Pre-working, I didn’t really even realize that maybe I was kind of in a SAHM rut.
But going back to work, even for a little while, really helped me focus again and appreciate how lucky I am to be able to stay home.
And it made me — once again — bow down to the women who do both ALL the time. They are amazing. And have my undying love and support.