Monday, October 19, 2009
a hard days work
In what often seems like a previous life, I worked at a Dental Office. Spent a total of 8 years there actually. I worked up until seven hours before I had Carter, and planned on not going back...but I'm a sucker, and went back. When Carter was 18 months old I decided it was REALLY time for me to stay home, so I drummed up the courage to tell the Dr. I was quitting. He gave me another raise, and said "pretty pretty please will you stay?", and because he asked so nicely, I agreed. When I had Layla a year later I was Absolutely Positively sure I was not going to keep working at the Office, but one raise later....yep, back again with a different title and job description. I Finally ended the long relationship on February 1, 2008, and have not been back ever since (except to get my pearly whites cleaned of course).
I was secretly scared that if I went back, I would get sucked back in, so I was 'busy' whenever anyone asked me to fill in for them. Until today, I braved the saliva ejectors and cotton rolls once again. I am happy to report that I am still a strong woman that loves to be home with my children.
I am so grateful for a husband that supports me in my decision to stay home, and actually praises me for the work I do here, in our home. What more could I ask for than a constant flow of peanut butter on my shoulder, and lovely children in my arms.