Don't hate me because I'm....

Married to the greatest man ever! I am finally on the road to recovery. I have had a stomach virus for the last three days. Not fun. But, it is times like these that I know just how blessed I am to have the husband that I do. Don't get me wrong. I am reminded daily and am appreciative hourly of my better half. But during these times it's just such a blessing to have a partner take up slack. I have literally been in the bed since 9:30 Tuesday morning. Matt has been, his typical wonderful, very involved dad-self, but he's also been "mommy." The homework duty, the nighttime bath duty, the preparation for the next day...all of it.
In my last post I lamented over being a working mom. I know that if it weren't for my husband, I couldn't be the working mom that I am. My children are my life, and their daddy is the love of my life.

Mommy Guilt...

Okay, so this morning, after working this weekend at a football game and an alumni event, I am experiencing some serious "Mommy Guilt." I get to work and I realize that I didn't look into beautiful blue eyes enough, nor did I smell that sweet baby smell enough, nor did I listen to that silly little boy tell his ramblings of importance in the world of a six year old...enough. Nope, not near enough. Yes, I did a good job for my school, my University. I washed and put away (mostly) six loads of clothes, did the grocery shopping, straightened the house, raked a neglected flower bed, planted roses in desperate need of a home and cleaned up from cutting trees. Yep, it was a busy weekend. The same things that all moms do everyweekend...working or not. . Yep, for most of it the kids were right there. But as I sit at my desk on a Monday morning and stare at pictures of those precious babies, I realize that I didn't enjoy my children near enough. I keep hearing from my friends that have children older than mine that I should enjoy these days. That they slip away all too quickly. In my head and heart I know this is true but LIFE just seems to get in the way.
I often wonder if it all stems from that decision to be a working mom? My mom worked from home but she was for all practical purposes a stay-at-home mom. She could schedule around any ball game, school activity, sleepover that I had...and usually did. Is this what I am experiencing. The guilt of not being able to do the same for my children? Are the weekends just not enough time to enjoy being a mom. Do their needs not get met. I often feel like I don't know how to be a working mom. That I expect to be able to do for my children the way I was "done for." Is it realistic. Probably not. Is it something I will ever stop striving to be? Absolutely not.

Am I crazy?

Okay. So I am attempting to join the world of blogging. I can't even seem to commit to a family scrapbook but I think that I will be able to keep a blog going...well, we'll see won't we?

I just enjoy reading other's blogs so much that I thought,
"I should do this." I also thought "You can't make some of this stuff up that goes on in this house so LET'S share the comedic experiences!" (I AM A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT!) So this is the first blog entry...yes, it is also a sleepless night, induced by a migraine treated with Excedrine which has caffeine...and yep, you guessed it...keeps me awake! So, I'm not publishing this until the morning to make sure that I am not hallucinating! Let's start off with a pic of our family...