Working

I hate working but I love my job and the people I work with. Weird, huh? The thing is, I will never understand how any mother could choose to leave her children and work if she didn't have to. I know, because I have to. And it's the hardest thing I have done in my life. 4 days a week I am not there when my children get home from school. It kills me. I'm not there to give hugs, hear about their day, help with homework, make snacks...I am not there. Many times in the past few months Max has said to me, "You don't want to be with us. You want to work!" I know my working is hard on him. It's hard on all of us.

I am lucky to have a family who have helped me in countless ways. For a sister in law who watches Evan 2 times a week. For a sister who takes and picks my kids up from school. And for my mom who is Evan's second mom. Who is there for my kids when I am not.

But especially I am lucky to have Ian. He has picked up my slack these past few months and has never once complained about it. I used to have to ask him to give baths, help with homework, make dinners...but now he does things without me asking him. It's awesome. Yesterday, I woke up from a nap and Ian had helped Max finish a project for school. A project that I was dreading. It made me so happy. Max was so proud!

P.S. Have you noticed what freakishly good handwriting Max has for a first grader? His kindergarten teacher told me that she had tried to correct his hold on his pencil, but it was hard to enforce it because he had such beautiful penmanship.