Thursday, August 18, 2011
The past three years, I have not had much Working Mother Guilt. Can I get a "Hallelujar!" for private bathroom time and adult conversation?! I even wrote about it here.
I'm feeling it. The Working Mother Guilt.
My boy is a little older now. He talks. He asks questions.
Every single night, he asks, "Mommy, do I have to go to daycare tomorrow?" Or, "Mommy, do you have to work tomorrow?"
Five nights a week, I have to say, "Yes."
And then, I see the sad face.
It just doesn't feel right that only two nights a week, I get to happily exclaim, "No! We're staying home!" And then see that gorgeous smile and hear a happy, "Yay!"
I'll be ok. We'll be ok. Parker gets to start preschool in a couple weeks, and that will be good for him. Something different than daycare. So, yes, he'll be fine.
I just wish I had a few more days a week...