Just when I think I have this whole working mom thing balanced, life throws me a curve ball. Lately I have been having a blast doing my radio show, blogging my heart out, helping with homework, making lunches packed with love, doing personal appearances, having extra alone time with the baby, and cooking more. I have been feeling like a rock star!
It was all wonderful until this week. Tyler is sick. Not just a little sick, but high fever-need someone to hold me constantly-can't drink or eat because my throat is so sore-sick. Of course, the person he would prefer to constantly hold him is me. And I am happy to do it, but I have had to still work this week. Now, I have a wonderful husband who is a wonderful father and is home with the baby. I know that he is doing a great job and is loving the heck out of our little guy. He has even been doing the night shift with him because he knows I need to get up early and go to work. He is wonderful! But, he is not me.
You see, part of the reason why I work is because I need a paycheck. Since I had to take a maternity leave this year, however, I have used all of my sick and vacation time. Meaning...if I don't go to work, I don't get paid. This means that "Mommy Guilt" has reared its ugly and cruel head. Luckily, part of the "balance" of my working mom life is that I only work part-time. Which means I'll only be tortured for half the day. That is, until I get home and see that pitiful face.