Monday, September 21, 2009

A Day Off


I took last Friday off to work in my son's preschool class, which he claims is the "greatest day" of his life--goof ball. I love doing it because it gives me a chance to see him be in his own domain with no pressure from his siblings or I. He has a chance to just "be" which is rare for him at home. His older sister thrives on teasing him and his little sister attacks whatever it is he's playing with. My favorite is when he gets lost in play, then remembers I'm there. He scans the room for me and when he finally finds me he displays the most perfect, happy, genuine smile I've ever seen. It almost makes me cry...

A day off work during the week never really means a day off work for me. My iPhone blew up all day with email, I had multiple "I'm sorry to bother you on your day off, but..." calls and I had a hard time shutting down the "What did I miss" part of my brain that regularly keeps me up at night. My day with my son was penciled in so tight, that I had actually forgotten to schedule "pump" time which by the end of the day made me look like the porn mom walking around with my exploding bust line. But, what's another day of humiliation in the scheme of things, right? I got to hang out with my little guy all day and seriously, I'd do it again.

My vanity is so secondary these days to just being with my kids. It's taken some time for me to really get the big picture, but I'd pass on a swanky handbag and Jimmy Choo's all day long just to hug my kids longer, clean my house more and to breath more deeply. Now, I may go home to a mean pile of laundry and stinky diapers and question what the hell I just said, but at the end of the day I really know where I want to be.



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