I used to dream of being a stay-at-home mom back when I was a kid. It seemed so nice in a domestic kind of way…clean a little, run after the kids, keep the house running smoothly…sure, I could do that. So, when the time came, that’s just what I did.
Only it’s not always easy. It’s not always fun. And sometimes it’s just down-right depressing.
Today I was awakened around 6:09 am (okay, exactly) to the rattling and banging sound coming from my youngest daughter’s bedroom door. She was ready to be awake for the day. I groaned, rolled over and out of bed. I stumbled down the hall to open her door. I think she was surprised to see that I wasn’t all put together and perky.
My oldest daughter was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at us, “Kelly,” she grumbled “Go back to bed. This is my special time with mommy.”‘
To that little Kelly’s cherubic face scruched into the worst look you’ve ever seen. “She doesn’t like me, mommy.” And so, my day began.
Really, the thing is, I wanted that time to head to my office and do a little work. Just me and a little Facebook or heaven-forbid-something “real.”
Kate wanted this early morning time to be just she and mommy. “Kelly, you get to spend special time with mommy all day when I am in Kindergarten.” Yep, couldn’t argue with that.
Kelly just didn’t want to miss any of the action. Not that much “action” is happening at 6:09 in the morning.
We talked a bit about how we all have different expectations of time and how we can make the most of it. I know, a little heady for a 3 year old and 5 year old and a little too early for such a discussion if you ask me. But I think they are beginning to understand.
Trying to find time to connect with each child on a personal level each day is hard. I can’t always do it. Kate reminded me, “Mom you only have two kids. Just think if you have 79.” She’s got a point.
We’re working on figuring out a special time for Kate and I to hang out together. As for me and my special alone time, well…does running on the treadmill count?!