I just spent 10 glorious days home with my daughter. Ten days of waking up when she does with morning cuddles in bed. Ten days of walks to the park, playing hide and go seek in the kitchen, finger painting on the patio, watching Fraggle Rock and taking evening baths together. No emails, no blow drying my hair, no pressure to be anywhere (except for the actually holiday itself).
I LOVED IT.
This morning as I left for work, Mimi was screaming and calling my name and reaching for me with giant alligator tears streaming down her face. I know that once she's in the car and at the daycare she'll be happy to see her friends and play with all the different toys. But this morning, the scene in our house was heart wrenching, like the end of losing Isiah when she has to give the baby back. The baby is crying, the blond white mom is crying (i'm not blond, but you remember the scene right). Well, it was even more of a reality check that changes must come.
You SAHM's out there that can afford to be home with your babies indefinitely make me so so jealous. Granted, I always said I never wanted to be SAHM fulltime, but a few days of week would be oh so glorious.