When my kids were younger they’d see the camera come out on the weekends and run from me… ‘no moooooom, no pictures today, ugh’. I’d have to promise ice cream or something fun to do after to get a decent expression. They had a day off of school a couple of weeks ago…
Not to bore you with my blah, blah, but to finish the story of my inner struggle… We decided I would quit my job to stay home with the girls and my inner domestic diva and perfect mother persona would finally show herself – ha! It was January 2001 and much like it has been…
Someone sent this to me the other day – Friendly Fire I went back to work full time when Abby was 10 weeks old, so I KNOW the inner turmoil of wanting / needing to go back to work and the guilt associated with all of it. On top of that our daycare experience was…
