Closer to Fine

In case you aren't yet tired of hearing about the T&A, Little M is doing considerably better as of Wednesday. I'd read on several forums that with the little ones, Day 10 is the magic number in the healing process... and it was. She has never been big on the eating thing so at this point I seriously think she is yanking ye ol' chain when she swallows a bite and clutches at her throat like I've just fed her razor blades for lunch. She just CAAAAN'T eat that tiny bite of chicken... but may she please have a piece of peanut brittle? The last item to be dealt with is going to be the separation anxiety it has provoked in her. She is terrified by the mention of leaving my presence. I can't help but think it has something to do with them taking her from me for the surgery and the next thing she knows she's in severe pain. I'd be scared to leave me, too. I promised her before the surgery that I would be with her the whole time.... I was told she'd be sedated before they took her from me and that turned out to not be true. So perhaps her trust in me has been shaken a tad. That just makes me want to cry!

So. Another FIVE days of stay-at-home-momness ahead of me because Monday is MLK and Tuesday is a teacher work day at M's school. In a way I guess this is good for me - occasionally when the schedule is hectic and I'm exhausted I think how much easier it'd be if I just quit working. NOT QUITE TRUE. Juggling work and motherhood is hard and hectic but I've found that the sense of balance it gives me keeps me sane. I met a stay-at-home mom yesterday who is one of those born-to-raise-kids kind of moms. She was at my office and we were discussing how many days a week our children went to preschool. I told her that mine had gone five days a week since they were two because I just couldn't keep them entertained at home. I immediately sensed a change in her tone - it was obvious by her response that she thought coming back to work was a cop out. I recall when I was staying home that I might have looked at it that way, too. But being on the other side, I see how much PATIENCE I now have with my girls.... I don't care what it appears to be. Now. I just have to remember that little soapbox the next time work starts getting to me!!!