Because the breastfeeding nazi's are OUT THERE, bro.
And hey, I used to be one of them... then I had to whip my boob out and ACTUALLY breastfeed, and I realized that that shit was hard.
And it's not for errbody, mmmkay.
And everybody and their mothers damn brother has an opinion on it. Totally cool. But it sparks these massive debates that gets everyones granny panties in a bunch.
And shit, I just like to laugh.
Again with the opinions and assholes. Everyone's got one.
I'm not informed enough to have a super eductated opinion. There ya go.
4. Working Moms vs. Stay at Home Moms.
Because every which way is hard. Okay.
Being a mom is hard.
Being a WORKING mom is hard.
Being a stay at home mom is hard.
THEY'RE ALL FUCKIN HARD.
So before you get your shit all twisted, remember I said that.
NOW, having said that, I've done both.
For the past 7 years I've worked full time (at a legit job), ran a website and all that that entails (which is a full time job in itself!), ran a household (sorta), been a wife, mom, chauffer, made time for the gym, WHATEVER.
And it's been tough.
And most days I felt stretched too thin that I thought I was going to lose it.
But at the end of the day, I was there, with my boys, and all was okay.
The hustle and bustle of the days seemed okay with those little nights and weekend breaks.
A great time to recharge my batteries.
But there were days I would be at the office and think "gosh, I'd love to go pick up the kids and take them to the park right now", or they'd have a day where parents come eat lunch with you and I'd never be able to make it to daycare and back to work in time and I'd sit at my desk, thinking of if Big T was wishing I was there, eating with him like some of the other parents were.
It was hard.
And I get it, most parents work.
But I felt stretched.
And I know a lot of moms feel that way but don't have the luxury of staying at home.
Or maybe they're like me and staying home ALL THE TIME with the kids isn't their forte.
I love my children. They make my heart whole, but I can not stay at home with them 24/7.
Spin that any which way you want to.
But that's the truth of it.
They are still in daycare. I still work, study and have stuff to do.
And we have that luxury right now of keeping them in daycare.
Plus, The Hubs and I are big believers that they need to be on a firm schedule and in a school environment, around other children, and constantly learning. Things I can't teach them.
But the good thing now is that I can take them for donuts every Friday morning.
I don't have to rush with them in the mornings. No more breakfasts in the car.
We can sit at the kitchen table and eat, together.
And sure, the number of times I say "EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!" is ridiculous, but I'm lucky I even GET to say that.
And I can make it to their middle of the day school functions. And be more active in their classroom activities.
And I get to pick them up early and take them for frozen yogurt.
And on nice days I get to take them to the park.
I have more freedom to do the things I neglected before. The things I never had time for.
Not only my "household duties", but my studying, and grocery store trips I used to have to cram into the weekends, and focusing on this dream of mine.
I know that's not feasible or relatable to a lot of people, and that's okay.
We all go through life changes. And that's just where I'm at right now.
And blessed to be so.
The transition has been different. The flexibility I have now is nice. I get to spend more time with my kids and not feel like the 24 hours in the day is never enough.
There will come a time when work will fill up my day again, but I'm hoping to always have the flexibility to train and make my own schedule. A schedule that will allow me to balance all the things I need to. A schedule that will allow me to do what I love and see the people I love as often as possible.
Because at the end of the day, THAT'S what really matters.
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