Being a Working Mom

Good morning!

The lack of post yesterday was due to me working from my grandma's house.

Apparently being at grandma's house = no blogging Racheal, because I rarely blog from there and instead opt to drink coffee and chat with my family as the sun comes up.  

I also didn't take any pictures, but my cousin took this one while I was working inside and the kids were playing outside.

This picture, and the many others that were taken of Ina and her cousins playing while I was in a bedroom staring at a laptop, made me even more aware of what I am missing for 40 hours a week.

While I was on maternity leave, I thought it would be impossible for me to go back to work.  And while going back to work has been possible, it is still painful. 

Routine-wise it gets easier every day.  I actually make it out the door on time most days of the week.  

Emotion-wise it hasn't become easier and feels like I am leaving her for the first time every morning.

I am beyond blessed to have a job that allows me to work from home two days a week.  However, during those two days, I catch a glimpse of what I am missing.  

On the days I am home and upstairs in my office I hear a giggle from Ina and wish I could see the toothy grin that goes along with it.  I hear Abby exclaim, "wow, Ina, you are such a big girl!" and I feel like I have to hold myself down to my chair.  

At my grandma's house  I come downstairs to everyone playing "follow the leader" or as my nephew Kauffman says, "follow the WEEder."  I see pictures of the kids playing in the pool or painting the playhouse or playing with bubbles and I so want those pictures to be MY memories.  

Life is short.  

Their baby-time is even shorter.  

All of that is to say that being a working mom is a constant emotional struggle and I have it so much easier than most. I love my job and have no plans to change my work situation.   I just wanted to put that out there, because it has been on my mind a lot lately.  

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