August 29th, 2009
There are some days (like Sunday afternoons) when I want to quit my job and spend every day snuggling, kissing, and going on adventures with my Mouse. Two days a week and a few hours each evening just isn’t enough time with her and I wonder about the feasibility of being a stay at home mom for a while.
And then there are days (like yesterday) when I pick her up from day care and she’s cranky and ornery and I find myself counting the milliseconds until I can put her to bed and I think I would probably go stark raving mad if we spent every waking hour together.
It’s a sensitive subject, and one not helped by people — like my pediatrician, for example — who say things like “you know she’d get sick less if you stayed home with her. Day care babies get sick more.” Josh swears she said it as a joke but I seem unable to find the humor and seriously considered thumping her.