My childcare provider is on vacation. How dare she take a week with her family instead of watching my child for 11 hours every Monday through Friday? :o) Even though she certainly does deserve the break - and let's face it, my kid loves her so much that she can do whatever she wants as long as I can keep her - it does throw a wrench in my schedule. My husband and I both work full-time so we've had to finagle alternative arrangements this week. The hubby stayed home Monday and Tuesday this week with the monkey. It was great for me - he did laundry and made dinner both nights. At the end of day 2, as he's reclining on the couch trying to stifle a yawn, he looks at me and says "Man, being a Mom is hard. All I've been doing all day is housework and taking care of the baby. It's so much easier to go to work..."
Being a Mommy is my greatest joy and no matter how "hard" it is, I wouldn't trade it for the world. In many ways, the same goes for writing. It's elating and heartbreaking and time consuming; it's bittersweet to watch as your baby grows and changes and becomes more than you thought possible. I agree. It is easier to go to work. But really, who wants easy?
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