My work hours are from 8:45 to 4:45, Monday through Friday.
Sounds about normal, right?
When I factor my commute time into the equation, including the time I'm driving in the car to get to/from the train station...to get to/from Boston...
I am away from the Trenches for practically 60 hours a week.
Talk about a
light bulb moment punch in the face.
This factoid was made even more crystal clear yesterday morning as I was getting ready to leave and Baby had a meltdown.
We had been snuggling together on the couch, watching this DVD (still his favorite after all this time!). He still had that morning, breakfast syrupy, pee pee diaper, little boy smell. I gave him our usual "a kiss, a hug, and a squeeeeze!" and went to gather my belongings.
(Meanwhile, Eldest and Middle were in another room, fully absorbed in the hijinks on Home Alone 2 and had both barely acknowledged my impending departure with nonchalant see-yas. Thankfully.)
So I trudged into the kitchen, coat on, work bag slung over my shoulder to find Baby, in full spread-eagle position, his footy-pajamaed pint-size body pressed up against the back door, crocodile tears mixing with snot running down his ruddy cheeks.
"You tan't doe, Mommy. I no let you doe ta wurk."
Ooof. My heart.
I remember one of my friends saying to me after I told her that I was going back to work full time, "Oh, you'll like your children so much more!"
'Tis true, Jodie. 'Tis true.
I appreciate family time on the weekends now. In fact, I savor it. Yet, at the same time, I realize that I'm failing to carve out moments to focus solely on the boyz, whether it's playing games, doing puzzles, coloring, or just simply snuggling. Instead, I'm trying to multi-task, to be "fun Mommy who's home today", yet still complete all the household tasks and chores that I don't have the time for during the week--namely, laundry and cleaning. So although I'm home physically--mentally? Not so much.
[As an aside, Hubby has been simply amazing during my transition to full-time employment. He does far more for the boyz AND in the Trenches than I ever expected, realized or dreamed. Truly.]
Somewhere that we can enjoy being a family without the distractions of everyday life.
Somewhere the boyz can burn off their pent-up energy from being cooped up inside this long winter.
Somewhere Hubby and I can marvel at how far our family has come over the past 3 years.
Somewhere we can remark how thankful we are to finally be able to do something like this.
Somewhere we can breathe a sigh of relief that we're past diaper bags, bottles, and cribs!
So can you help me out?
1. Your ideas for any fun family weekend getaways in New England; and
2. Tips for maximizing family time on the weekends whilst minimizing The Guilt.