Work and Motherhood

I came across this article today on a mother’s choice to step away from her job for the sake of her family, and thought it worth saving and sharing.  I am not a mother today, but I want to be someday.  I sympathize with this woman and with what she has to say about work.  I work too much, too, and there isn’t enough time (or energy) to get everything done for work at work, nor is there enough for home. Getting everything done at home doesn’t exclude chores and cleaning, but I am referring to the work that goes into building and maintaining a strong marriage and deep friendships and involvement in our community.  Sometimes I wonder if I should step down from work before Matt and I have children of our own so that I (we) don’t have to experience the insanity, exhaustion, and stress that so many people seem to experience .

I respect and admire mothers who work at home, and I respect and admire mothers who work in an office and any other kind of place. I respect and admire people who do what they do lovingly, kindly, and well.

Sunday Dread

For the past four Sundays, I’ve broken down into anxious tears when I open my email and realize I have at least 2 hours worth of responding to do in addition to the 5+ hours worth of work to catch up to be minimally prepared for Monday.  Is it not possible to do this work during weekday working hours?

Monday through Friday, I try my best to do my job well and I work hard.  I have some really good, satisfying days.  Most days, though, I just feel tired and overwhelmed. I love Friday nights, Saturdays, and Sunday mornings. On Sunday afternoons and evenings, I am anxious and frustrated and sad. 

This is too hard.

I Believe in Pink

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” – Audrey Hepburn


Sometimes, I just want to feel pretty.  Audrey Hepburn style.  It’s not really a self-confidence or self-image thing.  It’s more of a desire to feel lovely and feel womanly.  These moments are relatively few and far between, but today has indeed been one of those days.

Flowers. Dresses. Perfume. Red Nail Polish. Wine. Dancing. Chocolate. Frank Sinatra. Feminine things.  

The first thing I did was bake Matt, my husband, a zucchini-sausage casserole because I love (love!) having the time to cook for him, and it’s hard to do that as much a I’d like during the week because of my job.  We cleaned our apartment, and then he got to work on lesson planning.  I headed out to get my eyebrows waxed and bangs trimmed, two appointments for which I was long overdue.  When I came back home, I still didn’t have that feeling of ‘pretty’ that I was craving. It’s that feeling that comes with getting all dressed up, a makeover that makes your eyes a bit more striking, a fun new haircut, or just an unexpected compliment from someone you appreciate.  Since the haircut and the eyebrows (and later, a nap) didn’t quite do it, I decided to do something I do about once a year — I put on my favorite little black dress and heels and styled my hair in a curly bun on top of my head.  And then, I just sat down next to Matt and got to work on my own projects for work.

I believe in pink, and today, I feel lovely.

Hello

Thanks for stopping by and welcome to my new blog! This is just an introductory post so I’ll keep it short and sweet.

Over the next few months I plan to be writing and sharing posts about the days that pass in our first year of marriage and in my first year as a school leader, as well as little things like new recipes, upcoming races, and random musings. 

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