First of all, Taylor is still sick. The women who work in the office of her school told me this morning that she came to the office yesterday, sat down in the chair and sighed before saying, “I don’t feel good…I should have just stayed home in bed.” Is she 4 or 40? I feel like a GREAT mother for sending her to school sick.
This afternoon, she crawled up into my lap after playing outside (this is one side effect of being sick that I don’t mind one bit). Russ had just left to meet a friend for dinner before going to a meeting and told Taylor that Grammy was coming as a means of convincing her she didn’t want to go with him. She looked at me and said, “Mommy, are you and Caleb going to stay home with me and Grammy?” I sighed and replied sadly, “No, I have to go back to work for a little bit….but you know what? After tonight I won’t have to work at night again for a long time.”
She perked up, threw her arms around my neck, and exclaimed with much excitement “THAT’S SO GREAT!” Then she grabbed my face in her hands and gave me a big kiss.
How’s that for making a mom feel guilty?! I really felt like I got punched in the gut. I love my job. And I love that my job has the flexibility to spend a lot of time with my kids, but missing bedtime is tough….especially when there are weeks like the last two when I’ve been gone at night much more than I’ve been home.
And to add insult to injury, on Monday morning, we were looking at a picture that Taylor drew of a child with a frown on his/her face. We asked her why the child was frowning, and she said “Because he’s sad, and he misses his mommy and daddy because they aren’t home at night.”
So I will begin to assuage my mom guilt by staying home with her tomorrow for her third sick day in a row.
But then I will have minister guilt because there are things left undone at work and things that I’ll have to cancel. It’s a never ending cycle trying to find the balance.
I am, however, definitely looking forward to the next few weeks when the scale tips more towards the family side.