You know how they say never to blog, post on social media, do anything or say anything about work because you run the risk of putting your job in jeopardy should someone take offense to something you’ve said or done? This post isn’t that, I promise, but it does have to do with the fact that I have a job and how my current job has changed my home life for the better.
A little over seven months ago I accepted a new job. Taking into account my opening paragraph, I won’t talk about where I work or what I do at work except to say what you already know, I’m an administrative assistant. I do that. I love my job for lot of reasons, I truly do, but there’s one reason that overshadows all the others. Since taking this job, I have been able to see my kiddos every morning. This is something that has really never been possible before, either because of timing or because of distance. I am absolutely so grateful for the close proximity of my new job and the fact that the time I start allows me to spend a little bit of time with my babies.
In days of yore, I was gone before they woke up. At work before the sun even considered rising above the horizon. Now, not only can I get a shower in the morning, I can help wake up my sleepy-headed girl-child. Maybe help her figure out what to wear; help her get dressed. She requires a very steady hand, a gentle voice and lots of coaxing to rouse her from her slumber. She does not like to get up and will do everything in her power to delay putting feet to floor. And even with all the gentle coaxing, tickles, smiles and kisses in the hopes that she’ll smile and wrap her warm little arms around your neck, some days, it doesn’t matter one whit and she’s just gonna be a grump and everything is going to be wrong with her world.
I can talk about stuff with my always-ready-to-go-up-at-the-BCOD boy-child. He tends to be awake already when my alarm goes off and by the time I get out of the shower, he is happy and bouncy and full of it (you know when I mean). He’s pretty self-sufficient but usually it’s when he’s trying to get dressed that he can’t find a pair of socks or he (in his mind) doesn’t have any clean jeans/t-shirts to wear or can’t find something he needs for school. He’s kind of scatterbrained in that way, even though he’s so smart it’s scary. Unfortunately, I think he gets the scatterbrain from his mom. But he’s the complete and total opposite of his little sister. She requires finesse. He doesn’t.
They’re old enough now that they can get their own cereal, pour their own milk, and get their own spoons. But I get to witness the fact that they’re eating a healthy breakfast. I can help get them ready for the day. I can spend time with them. This is something that I’ve never had before.
Then, when I’ve got my jacket on and I’m pulling my keys out of my purse…all part of my new routine…my kiddos have started a routine, too. They come away from the table where they’re munching on cereal to hug me – each in turn – and then, when I go into the kitchen to collect my lunch box (hubby packs my lunch, bless him) and kiss hubby on the cheek, I head to the front hallway on my way out of the house and find both kiddos, lined up in front of the door expecting more hugs. It’s awesome.
Though I’m definitely not a morning person (my girl-child probably gets her intense dislike of mornings from me), I must admit mornings have become my favorite part of the day.