Pulling Weeds

As I sit here at work stealing some free time for myself I can't help but wonder what my kiddos are up to. Granted by Mid morning Sunday I am ready for the work week to begin. I have tired from the fighting, the whining, the constant Need of a want. However, come Tuesday I really start to miss my kids. I miss the way they look when they first walk out of their rooms in the morning. They just shuffle around and sweetly cuddle with me for a few moments. During the week I am the one who has to wake them from their dreams at 5:30 am. I get one who pulls her covers over head and another who takes 20 minutes to stretch. It becomes a frantic, mean toned rush to get out the door and to the babysitters and work on time.

I know that my job is important and what it provides to my family is essential, but I sometimes wonder if my other job (the mom one) is taking a backseat and the affects it will have on my kids. I have my moments where I just want to quit my job and take care of my children. I want to take them to school. I want to make them breakfast (something besides a donut or poptart). I want them to have memories of mom growing up, not the babysitter. Will they grow up disconnected from me or resentful of me because I was not home with them? Or will they see what a strong, independent, loving mother they had, one who could love them more than anyone else could and manage a communications work center in the United States Navy all at the same time. I am hoping for the later.

The grass is always greener on the other side, or at least that's what they say. I like to think that on my side, the grass is just fine.....even if their are a few prickies and weeds to pull!