And now for this week’s sentence to finish: “The hardest part of my day is…”
I’d like to say it’s when I leave for work and my son kisses and hugs me goodbye at least ten times. But it’s not, while I don’t like a long commute, at least I get to listen to books on CD in my car. I don’t have to listen to kid’s music or hubby’s annoying freestyle or rock music. I get to listen to books, meet new and interesting characters, take a journey, discover a new place, and find peace all within an hour drive.
I’d like to say it’s dinner time when Dino plays games and doesn’t eat all his food. Oh man, it’s frustrating that I have to sneak baby food (vegetables and fruit) in his food, but in the end I’m happy that I have a child to feed.
I’d like to say it’s the time between nap and dinner. Or perhaps when he first wakes up and is wound up and ready to go. I swear this kid could run a marathon as soon as he wakes up in the morning. He even moves in his sleep.
The hardest part of my day is..NAP TIME when he’s home with me. It’s the days I can’t rely on daycare to put my son down for his nap. I probably sound like a horrible mother, LOL. It’s the days I can’t get him to take a nap, so I can clean, blog, or nap on my own. I usually end up sleeping with him, rubbing his back until we both fall asleep. I can’t complain though, I have an amazing child, a child who worships me and loves to nap with me. I know one day that will end, so while I find it frustrating, I also cherish it.
Some people keep pushing advice on me about nap time or lack of nap time. I really don’t care what others say, I know my son. He needs to nap, he naps at daycare and when he goes to full day Kindergarten and can’t nap we’ll deal with it then. He’s my son and we’ll deal with it as a family. I think some advice is helpful, but when you start to act like I don’t know anything I take offense. When you suggest that I don’t take my child’s education serious, I take offense. I don’t walk around bragging about my certifications, degrees, and over ten years of teaching experience. Is it because I have only one child and that means I don’t know anything? Does having a child when we were older mean I don’t know anything? Perhaps since I don’t brag, that means I don’t know anything. When families help each other they suddenly feel that gives them the right to judge your entire life. If that is the case, I rather not get help then.
When I was laid off and home with him I hated it. I LOVE my son, but was not meant to be at home with my son. Some mothers enjoy it, but I didn’t. I remember some people wanting me to admit that stay at home moms had it harder than working moms. I responded that while it was difficult, it wasn’t harder. If you haven’t done both than you can’t compare. If you haven’t worked and stayed at home you can’t compare both sides. Even with just a year at home, even I can’t truly understand what it’s like to be a SAHM.
Neither is harder than the other. Both are challenging and have obstacles and enjoyments. Both are wonderful but with dilemmas. Perhaps if I didn’t have a financial burden over my head it would have been easier. Perhaps if I had been home with him since birth it would have been easier. I’ve known teachers who hated working but didn’t have a choice, were happy to be working, only worked part-time, and others who changed careers to work at home. In the end we all love our kids and e just need to support each other.
Okay, my rant is over…I always seem to go on a tangent, but love being able to freely write on Fridays with Finish the Sentence Fridays. I love reading all the posts and seeing how each of us is so different, but the same in our love and needs for our kids. I love meeting new bloggers and getting better acquainted with the ladies I already know.
And next week’s sentence to finish: ”If I could have dinner with anyone in history it would be with…”