I’m so tired this may not even make sense.
The second shift is real. Really real.
I’ve spent the last thirteen hours out of my house — out the door by 6:45 and not back in until almost 8.
As soon as I open the door, I hear, “Mommy’s here! Mommy’s here!”
You know how Chris Rock has the joke about all a man really wants when he gets home from work is a little peace and quiet?
But I haven’t seen my kids ALL DAY. So I want to see them and I want peace and quiet. I wish they would all just come and lay their heads in my lap as we all snuggle together and quietly sing a song in a round, perfect harmony…
But those aren’t the kids I have.
So MommysHere talks about school and lunch and tomorrow. MommysHere signs permission slips and promises to ask somebody’s mom something about a playdate. MommysHere apologizes for messing up who was getting who when and where cause MommysHere is just trying to keep it together. MommysHere reads and tucks in and kisses and yells to get back in the bed and ignore your brother.
MommysHere looks at the work she bought home and cringes on the inside because that work’s not getting done. And then cringes at the clock because she’s counting down the number of hours until she has to get back up and do it all again.