I want so much to tell you that everything is in its proper order and all’s right with the world. It’s not. There are piles of laundry everywhere. I keep tripping over suitcases. I can’t find my contacts. I’m cold. Colin and I have been on the outs since he got home from school. He is not properly prepared for Awana and he needs to practice his contest piece for Saturday better, but I am tired of fighting.
There was a moment on the trip when Brent said, “I don’t want to go back to work,” and I said, “Niether do I.”
I have the most rewarding career here as stay-at-home mom, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get the back to work blues.