Perspective

Yesterday was a long day. Kennedy got some kind of rogue stomach bug and started throwing up sometime around 9:30. No fever, acting normal, puking buckets… seriously, and they all ended up on me. Of course, David was out of town so she came to work with me. She had too, my company policy is to use every last bit of vacation and sick time you have during maternity leave… so I’ve got nothing left. They’re smart, really.

So, I tried to work and the she threw up on me 3 or 4 times… Buckets. I was gross, she was gross… It was gross. So, I went home and tried to take care of my baby girl, but I was stressed the whole time because all the crap-that-doesn’t-matter that HAD to be done for work loomed over my head.

I don’t like being pulled in 2 different directions when 1 is infinitely more important than the other. I don’t like feeling like I can’t cuddle her when she’s sick. I don’t like feeling like my work takes priority over her.

When I look back on my life I guarantee you I won’t care who I worked for, what my title was, or how much money I made. Stupid, worldly things that no one else remembers and don’t matter for eternity. I will care about the cuddles, and I’ll remember days full of
puke, and I’ll regret not being 100% there for her when she needed me.

Advertisements

Published by

melissa0785

I’m a twenty-something wannabe city girl living in Tallahassee, FL with my husband and high school sweetheart, David, and our girls, Kennedy and Reese. I'm a financial analyst, much better with numbers than words, but this is my attempt at recording this wonderful, crazy life of ours.

One thought on “Perspective”

  1. Oh Yuck Melissa, Poor little Girl, There is nothing worse than our babies when they are sick and a Helpless Momma. Even worse when Daddy is out of town. I wish I had words to make you feel better, but I so totally agree with your every word. There is nothing in this world more important to me than being there for my children. She will never ask you why you didn’t go to work on a certain day or keep your job when she was little, she may not even remember everytime you snuggled her or clean up her messes but in years to come she will be able to tell all that her Momma was there for her always. Good Luck,to her and to you because I can tell this is an on going struggle you are trying to sort out.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s