Surely, I would have been accepted, attended, and graduated from some law school by now. Even after the first application attempt and deciding to decline, repeating the process again some time later, and then just completely giving up on the idea. I finally realized I had my dream career. I was sure that I wanted to be an attorney and sometimes I wonder what I would really be like in the courtroom. But then my little girl will giggle and I remind myself of the wonderful choice I have made.
I am a stay at home mother, so thankful to my hardworking husband. Joshua, you truly do make all my dreams come true - dreams I never realized would come into fruition. We share a home together with our little human - the apple of our eyes - and while you are away helping babies, Abigail and I are dreaming up new ways to cuddle and clean up our messes. There are many days, days like today, where I never even change out of my pi's. Abigail and I are both in dire need of a bath and the kitchen is a mess. Oh, and so is the bedroom, the living room, and my office.
Being a housewife makes me want to hug my mother a little tighter every time I see her. While I grew up I never saw her get up for work. But boy, was I wrong. She never clocked out of it! I hope that I can be almost as good as her. I'm trying. Abigail was playing with me in the office a few days ago and was just quite simply terrorizing everything she could get her little hands on. At some point I gave up trying to do what I was doing and just hugged her. She smiled and gave me a kiss, a sloppy one. I walked over to Joshua and rhetorically asked him if, "If I was an attorney, do you think I'd let her into my office?"
Yes. Yes, I would.
My point is, that while I am a housewife and stay at home to take care of my home, child, and husband I am also a working mother. As a business owner, I have no one to turn to when something happens other than myself. It is my responsibility to maintain operations operating. If I have a sick day, great. I can stay in my bedroom. But sometimes sick days do not coincide with my free schedule and pop up at worst possible times. Times when I have work to finish, deadlines to meet, and people to see.
The hardest part is definitely trying to work with my little one always two steps behind me. But I make it work. I have no choice. Well, of course I have a choice but I choose to be the primary caregiver for my little one. And my choice makes me happy. I consider myself a problem solver; I think analytically. So best case scenario, I am training my very own assistant!
Cheesy joke aside, I make it work. Sometimes I simply do not have a sitter and Abby will simply tag a long. I bring her everywhere I can with me when I can't I rely on my beloved family to step in and aid me. They are who I ask for help. Whether daily tasks, meetings, or small planned or impromptu sessions, I make it work. But the hardest parts are wedding days! Breastfeeding a baby is no easy task - especially when you have to be away for sometimes 8 to 12 consecutive hours a day!
But my little one, she is always by me.