Some days I have little ones who won’t let me move out. of. their. sight. They are insistent on being glued against me. NOTE: his arms wrapped around mine…just in case I tried to move. NOT AN OPTION! On those days, no one else will do. No matter how sweet the imposter is or how hard they try, there are no substitutes for Mommy. Some days I hear my name shrieked 943 times in the first hour of the day (perhaps a slight exaggeration, but perhaps not). Some days turns into a week. There are days that I appreciate every single second and am so thankful for every tiny disgusting and wonderful detail of my job…other days I just want to move to Australia. Then there are the numerous times I experience both of those emotions in the very same minute. Thankful that, for the most part, today when I woke up all of my bunch seem to be….
Then there are the days you write a journal entry like this one and just as you are about to write the last few words and hit ‘post’ you hear your name being shrieked and discover a huge mess in the bathroom. A mess that can not be discussed. Ever.
How much was that ticket to Australia? Anyone else want to go with me?
If only I didn’t love my job so much.