....was most definitely NOT "Stay At Home Mom"
I hear the gasps from the mom-blogosphere. I hear the gnashing of teeth, the screeching, I even hear the finger pointing (yes, I can hear fingers pointing) and screams of "TRAITOR!"
I'm about to lose my mom-card for it, but I don't take that statement back. I'm dead serious. Being a stay at home mom was CAKE compared to what I'm going through right now, and y'all know how much I love cake.
Yes, I know, being a stay-at-home mom is a challenge, to say the least. Remember, I was there once. And it was bliss. Wonderful, blissful...bliss. Only I didn't realize it at the time. My friend Erin's post about loving her relaxed schedule reminded me how challenging being a stay-at-home mom is, AND how much I miss it, as well as making me realize that what I'm doing right now is infinitely harder.
Would you like a peek into my day? You don't care? Oh well, I want to show you. It's time to peel back the curtain on a day in the life of A WORKING MOM, the hardest job I have EVER had:
4:30 a.m.: Wake up, get ready to go to the gym. Since I don't stay home anymore, I can't go during the day, and the evening is out because I've got a 2 year old to take care of and dinner to "cook" (if you count Hamburger Helper as cooking)
5:00 a.m.: I'm at the gym, running or doing some other hellish thing.
5:30 a.m.: I'm in a class, either spinning or BodyPump.
6:00 a.m.: I leave the class early. I hate doing that, but I've got to shower and get ready for the day in the locker room. I have to be back home by....
6:30 a.m.: Run in the door, where my husband has already woken up our son. Zeke is sitting at the table with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and is downing a cereal bar.
6:45 a.m.: Leave the house
6:55 a.m.: Drop Zeke off at Day Care. He loves it there, and he gets his full breakfast once he arrives. Don't get your undies in a bunch, he eats more than a cereal bar.
7:00 a.m.: Back on the road, on our way to downtown Orlando.
7:30 a.m.: Drop my husband off at work
7:45 a.m.: Arrive at my "work," which is actually an internship that I don't get paid for, but love with every fiber of my being.
8:30 a.m.: Morning meeting. After this meeting, the day "officially" gets started for me.
2:00-4:00 p.m.: Finish for the day. After I finish, I can do errands around downtown or the nearby area, but I have to stay around the general vicinity. Sometimes I go to Panera and work on school stuff, but most often, I just end up staying and working until...
5:30 p.m.: Pick up Josh at his job
5:35 p.m.: Back on the road
6:05 p.m.: Pick Zeke up at day care and toss him (gently) in the car
6:15 p.m.: Arrive at home.
Here's where it varies. On NORMAL days, this is how it goes:
6:20 p.m.: Start cooking dinner
6:45 p.m.: Eat dinner with the slowest-eating toddler on the planet
7:20 p.m.: Brush Zeke's teeth, get his pajamas on, or if he's lucky, give him a bath
7:30 p.m.: Zeke in bed
AFTER 7:30 p.m.: Do dishes, laundry, clean, make lunches for the next day.
On days where I HAVE CLASS, this is how it goes:
6:15 p.m.: Drop Zeke and Josh off in the driveway and peel out onto the interstate.
7:00 p.m.: Arrive in Deland, FL for my class.
9:00 p.m.: Class is over
9:45 p.m.: Arrive home, do dishes, laundry, clean, make lunches for the next day.
So there you have it. I will not be one of THOSE mom bloggers and sigh and say in a sweet voice, "I wouldn't trade it for the world" or anything lame like that. Because, the truth is, I WOULD trade it. I would trade it for lots of things (except my internship, because I really like that except for the "for free" part). Would you like to make an offer?
My schedule is crazy, and I am exhausted. You?