Ya know how when cookie monster eats a cookie, none if it seems to really go in him? Yanno, like this:
Well I think my toddler has been watching far too many episodes of Sesame Street:
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?
Today I want you to hug your family members extra, extra tight. Tell them you love them and that they’re special – savour everything that makes them special, because they can be gone in the blink of an eye.
Things happen fast – I recently read the book “Left Neglected” about a busy, working mom of 3 who suffers a bad head injury from a car accident on her way to work. The head injury leaves her unable to work and unable to care for her three children. It’s a really good book and really makes you realise how fast your life can change, and to re-think the priorities in your life (and if you’re a cell phone user it’ll definitely make you think twice about touching your phone while driving).
On Saturday night while the rest of us were all sleeping, my hubby lost consciousness and fell. When he fell he hit his head on something (we’re assuming it was the hard concrete basement floor). He remembers waking up on the floor in front of the TV, but not sure how he got there. He then went to bed. At 11:30 in the morning I made him get up (I was peeved because his staying up late watching TV made me miss my run). When he got up he had slurred speech, was seeing double, was dizzy, and couldn’t walk a straight line. He told me what happened so I took him to the hospital where he spent the day undergoing a battery of tests. They’ve been able to determine that he did not have a stroke or a seizure, and that he does not have a brain tumour.
Since then his head injury has lingered and he has been unable to drive, work or concentrate. It’s been 4 days now and he’s just starting to see better, talk better, remember more and his wit is coming back. I’ve never been so happy to have him poke fun of me and my quirks. He’s still undergoing tests to find the cause so that they can perhaps treat it to prevent this from happening again. It’s times like this that I’m thankful for our healthcare system.
My husband would be embarrassed that I told you all this – but I want you to consider how precious your loved ones are – to give them hugs, love them everyday and to cherish all that makes them unique. Anything can happen in the blink of an eye.