Because of this, I can't help but think of my life in story-form. It's like there is this little narrator in the back of my mind commentating on my joys, failures, heartbreaks, and laughable circumstances that only would happen to me. I by no means think it is interesting or book-worthy. But, I do tend to think of my life in chapters.
This new chapter feels so weird.
I clocked into Prim & Posh at 9:00 am like regular people do everyday. You see, I tried (emphasis on tried) to not work when my kiddos were home. No judgments here; it's just how we did things at our house. When the boys were home I was in Stay-at-home Mom Mode. For all of those snippy folks who ask, "What DID you do all day?" I will respond with a statement my Aunt Tish made a few years ago. "I did the exact same thing your daycare workers did." I taught, played, cooked, crafted, sang, pretended, told stories, and took care of them when they were hurt. Anyone who has worked at a daycare can tell you...it is hard work. I did not sit around eating Bon-Bons, watching soaps, and facebooking all day long. I taught, only my classroom contained 2 students.
But. BUT! There was also this fabulous opportunity that had been given to me called Prim & Posh. Up until this point I had worked/created after hours. I started a night shift around 8:30 pm most evenings. When the busy seasons would hit I worked Saturdays while Bart took care of the kiddos. There was no down-time.
I was exhausted.
Friday was surreal. I worked normal hours through the day, and I had a regular evening with my family. It felt so funny to not clock back in at 8:30 that night. I actually watched TV with the husband and sat my fanny on the couch. It was glorious.
So, here's to Chapter 22. May you be full of adventure and not break my heart too much...