So, my old boss called me up and wanted me to go back to work for him. Not permanently, just for 5 days while he went out of town. Business has been slow and he told me I could bring my kids along, so I said yes. Wow, I have new respect for any mother who works, especially if she takes her children with her. I spent 5 days trying to juggle a 2 year old and a 3 week old while anwering phones, faxes and emails. I think I got a few wrinkles and a couple gray hairs from all this. I was sooooo grateful when the last day come.
Little Simon had been an angel every day. Ryan, on the other hand, decided on the 2nd day that he wanted to act like a colicy baby. He cried and cried and cried. I got almost no work done.
I have the oppurtunity to go back again next month if I want to but I think I am going to turn it down. This is why. . .
On the last day of work, we had about an hour left to go when Simon came into my office with the saddest look on his face. He had tears welling up in his eyes and he said "Mommy, go get mail?" He was trying to tell me that he wanted to leave because he was tired of being stuck inside watching movies. After he said this he broke down and started to cry. It was at that moment I realized that my conviction to get my work done was forcing me to neglect my sweet boys. And to make things worse, when Simon turned around to go back down the hall, he tripped and fell, hitting his cheek on my desk.
I felt like a horrible mother and I sat in the back office and cried along with Simon. In the end we were all ok, and I made up my mind that no amount of money is worth missing precious time with my kids!
Little Simon had been an angel every day. Ryan, on the other hand, decided on the 2nd day that he wanted to act like a colicy baby. He cried and cried and cried. I got almost no work done.
I have the oppurtunity to go back again next month if I want to but I think I am going to turn it down. This is why. . .
On the last day of work, we had about an hour left to go when Simon came into my office with the saddest look on his face. He had tears welling up in his eyes and he said "Mommy, go get mail?" He was trying to tell me that he wanted to leave because he was tired of being stuck inside watching movies. After he said this he broke down and started to cry. It was at that moment I realized that my conviction to get my work done was forcing me to neglect my sweet boys. And to make things worse, when Simon turned around to go back down the hall, he tripped and fell, hitting his cheek on my desk.
I felt like a horrible mother and I sat in the back office and cried along with Simon. In the end we were all ok, and I made up my mind that no amount of money is worth missing precious time with my kids!
1 comment:
Ahhh...poor Simon. He's so cute! I hear ya Jeni, being at home is worth more than all the money in the world.
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