The New World Balance

Today was an odd day at home. I got a big delicious gulp of what my previous life as a lady with no kids was like. My semester officially ended last week, so I have the next few months to study, prepare for the next fall semester and enjoy time at home with the kids. But, there is a catch. The kids are in school two days a week. Even though I am done with work, I decided to keep them in school as if I was going to work. Today was the first day of being at home with no kids. And as much as I missed hearing their giggles, it was FABULOUS.

I spent the morning studying, getting caught up on homework, drinking coffee and even checking my email and Facebook accounts as much as I wanted to. Why? Because I COULD! Instead of having to rush to get as much work done as humanly possible when my kids napped, I had all luxurious day to be productive.

Who knew that spending hours cramming loads of potentially useless, hopefully inspiring, information into my head would be so invigorating? I felt free and liberated and not one bit guilty that I was at home living my most missed life of academics while someone else sat on the floor and played choo-choo and changed diapers.

Honestly, I know that today I felt like I was playing hooky from parenthood and stealing a day of freedom from some unsuspecting bystander. The awesomeness will wear-off. I am guessing that I will start to miss the chaos of life with the kids as I sit in my dungeon office in the heat of the summer, waiting and wishing for a sticky-fingered distraction to pull me away. But, for now, I am still giddy with excitement and looking forward to spending the day with my precious babies tomorrow . . . knowing that Thursday will be another day of scandal with a computer, library access card and term paper to write.

The balance of the world seems to be coming on to its own.

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About takingcandyfromababy

I'm a mommy of many and a wife of none. Reconfiguring life as a single mom, doctoral student and resident of suburbia. Avid blogger, fiction writer and freelance writer, chronicling the creases of life that fall between fact, fantasy and fiction. Pretending to know what I'm doing without anyone realizing I'm winging it on a latte.
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