Last week I suggested to Dave that maybe it was time I increased my days at work.
I have deadlines coming out of my ears and have been feeling mildly stressed about not being able to work late to help the team when things are crazy busy or to work an extra day to help out.
Plus, there’s that crazy side of me that thrives on having an insane amount of work to deliver in a short timeframe. I just love the rush of adrenalin and the pressure that comes with working to tight timeframes.
When I told one of my colleagues last week that I was having fun, I was met with a ‘you’ve completely lost the plot’ look.
When I left work last Wednesday afternoon, the end of my working week, I felt like I was abandoning ship. I wanted nothing more to stay back, get stuck in, and help the team get the job done.
And then Thursday morning came.
It was the first time since Sunday that I didn’t have to rush anywhere or drag the girls from pillar to post.
We had a deliciously lazy morning together before we took Miss Three to ballet and tap.
While Miss Three danced and sang her heart out, I had some much needed one-on-one time with Smiley feeding her newfound hunger for books and chatted leisurely to some of the other ‘ballet mums’.
After dance class, it was Miss Three’s and my turn for one-on-one time. We baked cupcakes while Smiley slept soundly in her room above us and then we played a million and one games of What’s the time Mr Wolf?
Bright and early Friday morning we set off on more adventures – this time to the park.
As I sat opposite my two cuties on a see-saw, I marveled at how quickly they are growing and changing.
Our once cautious, almost anxious, three-year-old approached the play equipment with confidence. She climbed high and launched herself backwards down the slide. She didn’t let other kids push past her like she once would have, she stood her ground.
Meanwhile, Smiley delighted in getting her hands into everything, her adorable face filled with a mixture of awe and excitement as her little hands explored new textures.
As we sat having morning tea overlooking the river, I watched Smiley excitedly point out birds and planes and smiled at Miss Three laughing at her own jokes about poo poo sandwiches and poo poo ice cream.
This is what life is all about.
Time with my precious little girls.
God knows there are days and weeks when life is tough and those little monkeys turn me into a tearful, exhausted shell of a woman, but for the most part it is good. It is amazing.
I am incredibly lucky to be afforded the opportunity to work part-time. Lucky that my employer is flexible enough to do this, and that we can get by financially.
Why would I want to trade this sweet deal in? Why would I not want to spend those two precious days a week with my babes in the early years when they are learning and growing and everything is an amazing new experience?
This is the time now when they need me and when I need them.
So, for now we’ll keep things as is. They won’t be this age forever.
Do you sometimes struggle with your work/life balance too?
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