This page about what stay at home moms love. And I got a lump in my throat. No schedules and deadlines, breastfeeding all day, naps, going to the park in the middle of the day, and best of all "time to smell the coffee (or read Goodnight Moon 20 times a day)." Sign me up. Now, quick! Where's the pen?
There isn't a day that's passed since October, when I returned to work, that I haven't grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm and nurse Caleb again before going to work that I haven't thought about how much I wish I could stay in bed with my jammied baby until at least 7 (late these days!) and spend the day watching Baby Einstein, reading Brown Bear, Brown Bear, taking a nap with Caleb, and spooning prunes into his sweet little mouth and then wiping it off his hands when we're done. There isn't a Saturday that has gone by that I haven't pretended I'm a stay at home mom and this is just another day at home for me. There isn't a Sunday that has gone by that I haven't dreading seeing that sun settle down for bed that I haven't felt a painful twinge, knowing that the next 5 days will be stressful, draining, and keep me away from my baby for way more hours then I want to be away from him.
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Jadey, this post made me sad because I want more than anything for you to be able to do what fulfills you the most, and I know that's being with Caleb as much as possible. I always have this very thing in my prayers when it comes to you. Love you!
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