Reality Check: There are 168 hours in a week and I spend 53 of them with my son.
Take those 53 hours and split them between cooking dinner, household chores, laundry, doctors appointments, date night, girls night, and the hours start to disappear.
We fit in endless errands on weekends, we have doctors who take evening appointments, and dinner time is normally 7pm.
My week is consumed by a hour and ten minute commute to and from work, almost a 40 hour work week, sometimes a second job, and household responsibilities.
I don’t get to pick my son up from school. I don’t get to participate at his school parties. We don’t get to lounge in our pajamas on a rainy Monday morning or visit the park on a hot summer Wednesday afternoon.
We don’t play the same game hours on end. I don’t hear my name 100 times throughout the day. We missed his first school birthday party invite and I am sure we will miss a lot more.
Guilt and jealousy start to set in.
I have never thought of myself as a bad mom and I don’t play into these working mom stereotypes. However, on some days when I get that taste of freedom from not having to be at work on a Monday, the more I yearn to be a Stay At Home Mom.
Truth is, I would probably be an awful SAHM. I need structure to my day and to feel like I accomplished something. I need praise and constant gratification that I am doing a good job. I need to be challenged and I need to create my own identity as Amanda and not as Mom.
Everyday I get up, put my big girl pants on and walk out the door to start my day.
Life is about balance.
Earlier this year, I accepted a new job at a new company where in 6 months I would be able to work from home one day a week. October marks 6 months!
During my WFH day, I am able to drop my son off at school, drink hot coffee in my office, wear leggings, and do laundry on my lunch break. My company strives for work-life balance and it’s truly making a difference in my life.
I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day. Our time may be short, but we are providing a beautiful life for our son.
Yes, I miss him terribly and no, I am not sacrificing time with him.
I am accomplishing goals for myself and my family.
No matter what type of “mom” you are, we are all trying to do what fits best for our families. Cheers to all of you mamas out there doing whatever it takes!