I don't quite have this working/mom thing down quite yet. I missed all the fun stuff like adequate pumping and late night feeding intermixed with early morning meetings. I am lucky that way. But there is still a balance that I am missing. My job allows me to be with the kids without in between time. No need to find child care or sitters. I am too blessed to complain. I still will.
I want to write and tell you all about my new job, but there is a need for privacy with the kids I work with. What I say and how I say it has to be carefully worded. I don't know how to say it in the right way.
Most of my day consists of encouraging handshakes instead of hugs. Figuring out a way to adapt seventh grade science classes to suit a social obligation and an academic need. Pin-pointing the causes, direct and otherwise, of severe aggression.
My day is beyond active and it stretches me to my limits. I have to be flexible and ready to change on a dime. Then come home and plan a dinner and help with homework. Mom's do it everyday. I still haven't gotten it quite right yet.
Somehow, someway it will all come together. I will figure out a way to come home and leave it all at the door. I will come back to the writing I so love and desperately need. It is all an act of balance.