45 HOURS A WEEK

I want to be home! Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I have a wonderful boss and amazing coworkers. I'm able to take care of my family financially (well, I mean, at least I try). I am very grateful to have a job because ssssooooo many people do not have one. I am fortunate to have a house, air conditioning, food, vehicle, phone, cable, and the other important necessities. I know how lucky I am. But it still doesn't stop me from wanting to be home. My heart aches EVERY single day that I leave my baby boy, Colton, to head to work. It is so hard on me.

There are so many things I could do during the day while Colton naps. I'd be able to start preparing dinner. Then we would be able to sit down and enjoy a meal as a family instead of shoving food down our throats while we are running out the door for football, gymnastics, school events, etc....I think you can probably get that we are BUSY BUSY BUSY! I could get the laundry done during the day so I wouldn't have to start a load at 10 o'clock at night. And then maybe it would actually be put up where it belongs instead of staying in the ottoman for 3 days.

I would love to be able to take (and pick up) my daughter, Emilee, who is now a 6th grader to school every day. Then I could spy on her to make sure no boys are trying to kiss her and that she isn't getting picked on by an 8th grade bully! I could take my 4th grader, Zackary, to school and make sure isn't chasing any girls around and I could volunteer my time more often to his class. After dropping them both off, I would be able to go back home with my sweet, 6 month old, baby boy and rock him back to sleep while snuggling with him.

I really could be a stay-at-home mom, really I could! At least until my baby turns 3. I feel like I rarely get to spend any time with my babies. And they are all growing up way too quick. I work Monday thru Friday from 7:30 am to 4:30 pm, including driving to and from work and lunch, I am gone 45 hours a week. That's a long long long time.

Fortunately, Colton is able to stay at home with his crib, toys, etc. because he has his very own nanny. And luckily for me, she sends me pictures, doesn't complain about me calling her (well at least not to me), and takes care of my baby. Just like my sister, Ami, did when she kept him for awhile. The series of pictures that she sent me the other day are what prompted me to write this blog.

Anyone who wants to pay our bills and feed my family so I can stay at home, please feel free to message me! LOL ;-)