The hardest part of my day is walking out of my son’s school in the morning. He’s not a crier -thankfully – some of the other kids cry hysterically when their mom’s drop them off – that would be torture. But not mine, he happily runs into his classroom and greets his friends and teachers and finds a toy to play with or a book to read. It’s great! I’m happy he’s happy to be there. But man some days I walk out of there and it’s all I can do not to cry. I guess its happy/sad tears… A mix of I hate to leave him, I’m glad he likes it there, he’s growing up too fast, and gosh darn he’s so stinkin’ cute.
It’s hard this working mom thing. Add a two hour round trip commute and a toddler’s 7pm bed time and it feels even harder. I’m not complaining, these are the choices I made and I knew that this would be the circumstance when we decided we wanted to start a family. I am, as I’ve said, thankful every day for everything we have, and I have to work so that we can have this lifestyle. That’s OK. But it doesn’t mean it’s always easy. For me drop off is where all of that weight seems to hit me.