Some days, when there is SO much going on at work and home, all I can do is put one foot in front of the other and try to not over think it - otherwise, I will never get going. Being a full-time working mom is not easy, and I didn't expect it to be, BUT the emotions that come with leaving your kid all day long and being so tired at the end of the day it is hard to play with your kid - those are REAL and they are CONSTANT.
Summer is supposed to be all about ice cream trucks, park play dates, craft projects, beach trips, tans, pool time and hanging out with your kids now that school is over. But what about those parents that work? Those moms that put their kids in daycare during the summer? Again, enter guilt.
The flip side is staying home. I did it for four months when my son was first born, and at month 3, I was ready to return to work. Again - guilt. Why don't I relish in every moment with my child? Do I really need adult conversation? Why don't I feel a sense of accomplishment raising my son like I do when I kill it at work?
I will wake up tomorrow and get at it again.