Going Back to Work

A mixed blessing for sure. When I am home with my children all week, I sometimes yearn for a moment to myself without screaming, crying, negotiations about every little task.  At work, I am my own person, on my own time, and my own schedule, talking with adults (occasionally) and being an adult (mostly).  Yet, I miss my babies.  Their laughs, smiles, hugs, and kisses play in my head luring me home.  Moments of quietly snuggling, reading books, dancing, and singing together are the stuff that dreams are made of.  Those times are enough to make you forget the back breaking, hair pulling, insanity of actually raising them.