Our family vacation officially kicked off on December 24th, although my husband had the days leading up to that day off so some would argue we were already in vacation mode. Over the next 11 days, we would be all together. All the time. Ok, most of the time. Ok, almost all together because the kids did go to their after school program mid-week last week so I could clean out their playroom without interruption. And my husband did work the week after Christmas.
OK! What do you want from me? I did the stay at home thing with my daughter for 14 months after she was born. It was great. We napped. Constantly. She barely moved and would snuggle with me whenever the moment presented itself. Now, she talks
I made a conscious decision to return to work. Ok, I had to go back to work in order to maintain a lifestyle that fits my life (I loves me some Ann Taylor Loft) and in the process I got used to some alone time. Some down time. Some quiet time.
Christmas vacation had
My husband worked weekend nights for 3 years and I remember the trips with the kids to anywhere-I-could-find so he could sleep during the day to prepare for his shift. I was exhausted by the time the weekend was over.
So, to the stay at home parents who rule this planet, great work. I respect you more than you know. And for us who work full-time and start another shift at night when the troops come home. You ain’t so bad yourself!