Today is a virtual miracle.
I am getting the kids up and clean and fed and dressed and out the door for the bus to school this morning. But then?
I have the day off until 4.
This is a startling and welcome event. People seem to think that because I’m a stay-at-home mom and not working out of the house that I have all sorts of free time. At that, I laugh. Uproariously.
In the month of November we drove approximately 360 miles for doctor appointments just for the girls. We also drove another 300+ miles for horseback riding lessons and Arabic school at the mosque. There were parent teacher conferences. Then there were 5 medical, therapy, and dental appointments for me, a financial planning appointment, planning board meeting (my part, part time job) and work at the office for that, decorating the church for Christmas, a worship planning meeting for church, two home visits (one from the girls’ case worker and one from ours), a hair appointment, a queer group I attend, handbell choir rehearsals, and a partridge in a pair tree.
In among all that was Christmas shopping for my three girls, a child I fully sponsored, several other kids in need I got a single gift for, teachers, teacher aids, occupational, physical, and speech therapists, and a horseback riding instructor. Plus there was the need for keeping the house clean and running, and food in the fridge and on the table.
Are you tired? I’m tired. But this is my Mom life.
I can’t work for several reasons. Primarily, I couldn’t. My medical issues take too much of a toll on me and I must nap each day. I cannot get through my days without sleeping in the middle of them, even with heavy duty stimulants. But even perfectly healthy I don’t know that I could work – not full time anyway, and at best a work from home job or one that is profoundly flexible – because of all the girls’ medical appointments.
Do you know what I’m doing today though???
Reading this:
And I shall be listening to classical music the girls proclaim is “sooo booooring.” And I will be napping without an alarm, enjoying the Christmas tree, not cleaning, not cooking, not anything I’m “supposed” to do.
Good god! It’s going to be spectacular!
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