Mondays and Fridays
I am incredibly fortunate to have a part time schedule that allows me to be at home with my daughter on Mondays and Fridays. In a way, I’m almost embarrassed to admit it – I KNOW how lucky I am to have this time and the means to take it. I will never take it for granted.
We save up errands for Mondays and Fridays – I do the grocery shopping and get in a couple of runs with the jogging stroller. I clean, vacuum, do laundry. I try to get my daughter caught up on sleep after three long days at daycare. I remain in complete awe of single parents and families with both parents working full time.
As it is with kids, some days are rough, other days are easier. Some days I am so focused on what needs to be done that I lose sight of my main purpose of being home – namely, quality time with my daughter.
And other days, things just click.
After a leisurely morning, we go to the zoo and ride the carousel.
I am incredibly lucky to have these days with my daughter. In the years to come, when I am old and gray and my baby has grown up, I won’t remember if I got the shopping done, if I fit in a good run, or if the house was vacuumed.
What I will remember, what I will never forget, is the feel of her hand on my knee as we chugged along the track in the fall sunshine.