I really hate that term, because it implies everything I have done for the past 12 years has been play... are you kidding me? It has been the hardest work of my life! Unfortunately, I have found myself in the situation that, as much as I enjoyed my "previous" job, it didn't pay much, so now, I am officially a "Working Mom".
I have never been one to judge people for their choices. I was raised by a mom who worked, at times because we needed the income, and at times because she needed the break. I don't feel cheated... in fact, I think she is the reason I made it through high school. If she hadn't been there with me, I am not sure I would have ever graduated. I just never thought my kids would be so glad I now have a job. They can't wait to get me out of the house. They can't wait to have a babysitter... I am wondering if I should have just worked from the start. Jayden has never been happier in his life than he has while counting down the days until he gets to be babysat!
That being said. I don't really want to be a working mom. I am already overwhelmed by the day to day running of my household. We have pretty tough schedules (totally self-inficted) but sometimes it is all I can do to remember to get everyone where they need to be. Now it is my turn to be somewhere too.
I am excited that I finally get to use my schooling... not excited that I no longer can use the excuse "when my degree makes me money, I'll donate" to those pesky BYU solicitors... UGH!
I must admit, I am excited for that first paycheck though...
