Thoughts of a New Working Mom

Leave my house, for the first time in two years, daughter crying passing her off to my husband. Crying, crying, breathe, relax, feeling good. Feeling guilty. Daddy is home, children must depend on someone else to care, provide, give, not me, guilt. Breathe.

No Dora music on the way to work, turn on my tunes. Turn Dora on again for a few seconds, then turn my music on. Thinking to self, didn't tell daddy to turn pot handles in, or to put frozen peas in M's soup to cool it off. Did not tell daddy to make sure N blows his nose in tissue not sleeve. Make sure to give medicine! Breathe.

Work, relax job to do. Work hard, do tasks. Call daddy- everything is great. What? Kids should be crying, running around yelling tearing stuff off the walls- demanding and getting sugar, candy. Feeling a little jealous.

Keep working ,enjoy the peace. Not making millions, just helping people out who need a hand. Helping out at home with the money I make. Providing a little more. Last hour, could this clock move any slower?

Driving home, can I get home any quicker, police escort? Pull into driveway, sit in the car one more second, listen, peace. Breathe. Walk into house, smiling faces, questions, hugs and kisses. Best feeling EVER!