Every morning while in my mad rush to get ready for work, I re-direct my kids attempts at getting attention from me with reminders to get dressed, eat your breakfast, find your library books and to please for the love of all things holy stop hitting your sister!
Then, after work, I re-direct the kids attempts for attention again while I attempt to get a somewhat wholesome meal onto the table in as little time as possible so that I no longer have to deal with the kids whining because they’re hungry.
We go through the same routine every.single.day. All so that I can have a career. A career that I find to be very enjoyable, and rewarding. One that also contributes to a pension that if luck is with me, I may one day even be able to collect and partially fund my retirement. A career, that because of the high cost of daycare for three kids and commuting, contributes very little extra income to the family.
Every few months, as I look around at the disastrous mess of my house, and mentally compare it to the spotlessness of my stay-at-home mom friends, an overwhelming feeling of guilt overcomes me. How can I be so selfish to leave my kids at daycare for 9.5 hours a day? How can I contribute the same amount of income to the family, still find the personal enjoyment I get from work, yet be home for my family and be able to keep a clean house?
Am I the only working mom with this guilt? How do you manage it? Copious amounts of wine?