For the past year, I have been home looking after my 2 kids. And I will admit, at times I found it quite a handful. It felt busy, it made me tired, and often, it was frustrating. Then yesterday, I returned to work, or more accurately, to a classroom full of kids. The questions, the explanations, the demands, the reprimands (all familiar from home) but now multiplied by 30. I thought I was busy before? I thought I knew what it meant to be tired? Ha.
My first night home after a day at work, 2 kids seemed almost laughably easy. Especially when only one of them can talk! Strap Jacob in the highchair and give him a cookie and he's done for a bit. Let Hannah have a juice box and that's her happy for a while. Turn around to see who else needs something and... that's it? No one else lurking in the background? No crowds swarming in on me to ask the same question I just answered 15 times?
I knew this would happen. First I romanticized going back to work. Ahh, a break from the kids. Now I'm romanticizing being home with them. Just them. Just 2 of them. It seems so manageable.
The grass is always greener...
A Calloused Foot
13 years ago
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I can relate! In fact, sometimes I think my two-year-old is a bit more independent than some of the students in my room! I, too, am a bit disappointed that what I built up as a break turned out to be anything but!
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