Forty-eight hours from now I will be sitting at my desk, in my office, in a tall building in downtown Dallas. I will not be in my bed wearing my night gown watching E! and holding my three month old baby. Brutal.
I have no trouble shipping my three year old off to "school" because she wears my old ass out. But, my baby! My baby! Don't take my baby away from me! He needs me to hold him and love on him. And he likes it best when I don't have to shower before noon (if at all) and loves it when we can watch Ellen together.
Really, this isn't about MY needs. I love getting up at 5:30 a.m., putting myself together, feeding two children, driving downtown in rush hour traffic, sitting in an office all day doing a job that makes me sad, driving home in rush hour traffic, picking up two children, and heading home to start my second job. I like being so stressed my hair falls out as my weight escalates! But, I'm willing to sacrifice. For Jake I will give it all up. But that three year old still has to go to school.