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Staying at Home vs. Working

Now that I have been home for a little over a week, we are finally falling into somewhat of a routine! The reality of my situation hasn't fully sunk in. I still feel like I'm on vacation. Or perhaps a leave of absence.
The first week was most excellent! Matt was on vacation from work, so we were able to get the house clean and in proper order first thing. It felt so good to get everything cleaned without stressing out about then having to get ready for work, and then work 8 hours.I think that's what really made working difficult... aside from leaving my kids, never seeing my husband, and existing in a consistently filthy house. It was that I felt like I spent the day caring for the kids, getting myself together, getting the kids together and getting us to my mom's house. Then my work day began, and I spend 8 hours on the phone, putting out fires. Not to say that I hated my job...quite the contrary! I loved my job. I loved being able to fix people's problems, even if some of them seemed quite trivial to me (I would only be able to get so upset over bras and panties.) Nevertheless, there was nothing better...in the work sense...than making a customer's day. Or creating a returning customer out of one who was ready to throw in the towel with the company. I know it sounds cheesy and canned, but it's the truth.
Having said that, if there was a way for my life to be more rewarding than being a really committed customer service representative, I'm living it now! I adore being here with my kids. I love having dinner rolling for the family when Matt walks in the door! I love being here to smooch my little man at bedtime, and to either swaddle my daughter or rock her to sleep.
I think that working initially has made me a better wife and homemaker for several reasons. From the work aspect, hearing some customers get escalated over seemingly little things has cemented in my brain not to sweat the small stuff. Things sometimes don't go according to plan, but it's not the end of the world. Especially when it's about undergarments. Or toys everywhere.
I'm sure that it won't always feel this way, but without the stress of having to get everyone together and out the door by 3pm, I feel like I have all the time in the world to clean, make meals, play, and sometimes even nap! Even if I don't get everything done on my list, I know that I can count on Matt to help me out a lot with the kids once he gets home. Neither of us feels as overwhelmed since we are a team in the evenings!
No matter how stressful the day has been, I can look at the clock at 5pm and say, "It could be worse. I could just be getting to work for an 8 hour shift."
I'm at the very beginning of a big adventure, and I wouldn't trade one minute for anything.

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  1. Awesome Mer! I'm so happy for you and proud of you. I'm always in your corner whenever you need me.
    Blessings,
    Crystal

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