A brief synopsis of my morning:
ME: Kate, come on, we need to hurry up. Mommy is going to be late to work.
KATE: You are always at work mom?
ME: No, Kate, I am not always at work. Sometimes I am at work and then other times I am home with you.
KATE: Me and Daddy live here. You live at work Mom. You don’t live here with me and Daddy.
This is just unfair on so many different levels. Of course she picks a hot button item on my list right now to taunt me with. You know, I left an insane job, working 60+ hours per week so that I could work for peanuts in a “normal” job and have more time at home. I don’t get any respect around this place. This was my initial thought, but I decided it wouldn’t be productive to go there with a two year old.
Second, and most freaking important of all … this child seems to have FORGOTTEN that it’s her father that is gone for work, oh, let’s see, a good third of the year. Yes, and during that time, it’s only her and her mom. Why? Because Dad is ALWAYS at work. I’m not bitter about this whole situation at all, am I? However, being the restrained person I am, I also didn’t go there with a two year old.
Thankfully I have you to share these frustrations with and didn’t quite respond in either of the above ways to my darling daughter this morning. Instead, I smiled sweetly and said, “Geez honey, I sure wish I could spend more time at home with you too.” If only she could understand how much I really meant that …
Now, please excuse me while I return to my home, errr, I mean work.