I had to take a couple family leave days this week. Lola really needed me at school. I’ve been doing things like hiding in the back of classrooms, stalking the halls and ducking when she looks my way. It’s a bit ridiculous. I’m probably arousing suspicions all over the building. We are trying to allow her to function independently in her school setting… but if there is a problem I get to materialize out of thin air. Like a spy.
Today, I was actually able to head home for a short time. I had some great thoughts about cleaning the house. I even swept the dining room floor and loaded the dishwasher. Taxing I tell you. I started to think… man this stay at home mom gig could be pretty sweet. Drop kids off, grab some coffee, blog a little, MAYBE clean a bathroom, paint my toenails. This is not what I did today, but it certainly sounded ideal.
Here’s the thing. Because I work outside the home as well as inside the home I can tell visitors things like “I’m that mom who works all day. So when I come home I spend all my time with the kids. That’s why our house is such a wreck!” I’m also guilty of saying “they are only small once, I’ve got to enjoy them instead of doing dishes all evening!”
While these things are totally true, they are also totally comical because my work has become my house cleaning crutch, and I’m completely okay with this. I decided today that if I ever did become a mom who worked in the home all the time I would probably have to clean. And if I worked in the home all the time I would lose my super great excuse that garners sympathy from every visitor.
So that settles it. I’ll be at work tomorrow.