Sometimes I dream about being a working mom.
Don't get me wrong, I love being able to stay at home with the girls. I love not needing to conform to a clock - being able to be free (which is somewhat limited as I now need to at least be on time dropping daughter off for school). I love staying in my pajamas if I feel like it. I love hearing them laugh, seeing them explore the world around them. I love not needing to rely on others to raise them. I love teaching them everything they know.
But I dream of coming home from work to a clean house - one where juice isn't spilled on the floor 15 times a day. One where the kids are actually happy to see me, having missed me all day. One where I can have piece and quiet (somewhat) during the day. Where I can go to the bathroom alone. All by myself. And no one interrupts me. Where I don't feel I have to defend my choices or explain what I did all day. "Yes hon, I did do something besides sit on my ass all day, even if the house looks the same when you left" to . It does take alot get it to look that way. Sometimes, it actually looks cleaner than what it starts off at. Those are the days they actually nap and I can get ahead.
Even though the days are long, the kids grow up way to fast! So when I awake from my dreams, I am glad I am able to stay home with them.