The Life of a Working Mom

I am playing along with Mama’s losing it again…another weekly writing assignment and this one fits my crappy day.  The prompt I chose was

2.) Take a picture of yourself right this minute without primping and explain to us why it is you have not washed your hair today.

I can’t believe I am going to share the picture…but…here it is

Yup…that’s me in my PJ top.

It has been a long long day and I will gladly blame my exhausted look and my nasty hair on my job.  I left my house at 7:30 this morning, and once again made my way up to Cambridge, as it is school vacation week I was met with little traffic and arrived on site in a surprisingly good mood.  The day went down hill from there!!  It was long, nothing went as planned, nothing went as it should have.

At 4:30 I was informed that since it would only take another hour or so to complete we were staying (I had no choice in the matter).

At 4:35 I get a call from my husband saying leave now its snowing….sorry honey…not an option, not today.

At 6:00 things were still not working and even the customer just wanted us to leave…all eyes on me….what do we do next.  What “we” do is … I reschedule my plans for tomorrow, I upset even more people so that I can return and hopefully finish.  Then I get to drive home in the nasty icky snowy rainy mess, and open up my laptop and do more work.

I type this now on a break from paperwork and emails…I am tired….it has been a 13+ hour day, tomorrow doesn’t look like it will be any better and who knows what Friday holds.  I am tired, I miss my family, I miss being home, I miss having a schedule and a life, a clean home and a hot cooked meal every night.

The only thing I did when I got home tonight, the only thing not work related…I heard Tommy call my name, I went into his room and snuggled with him for a little while, he sweetly gave me kisses and hugs and made me feel just a little better, and a little sadder all at once.

I understand that I need to work, I realize and accept that I am a working mom and I am proud of the fact that I play such a huge roll in supporting my family, but I am at the point where I cannot accept the need to work so hard that I don’t get to see my boys to bed most nights, that I have to sneak in night time hugs and kisses.  I am working hard to change that now, hopefully sooner rather than later.

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