I’m on leave.
I like being on leave because I’m the bestest mom/me/wife I know.
I can cook, clean, bake, make, create, fix and just be fabulous.
I like this me.
I don’t like the tired, haggard, grumpy, meanie person I am when I come home from work.
So I’ve done some thinking.
I’m going to have to either suck up the mommy-guilt or in my case soak it in litres of wine, or go Amish.
My idea of going Amish looks a bit like this.
No DStv, no Telkom, no cellphones, no ADSL, no maid, no pre-school, no extramurals, no parties, no Spur, no Primi, no Wimpy, no Mugg &Bean, no malls, no Naartjie, no Keedo, no Woolies (EEEKKK), no Earthchild, no Animale, no Aquarium, no World of birds, no Clay cafe, no Scratch Patch, no nursery visits, no Treehouse (EEEKKK), no Reggies, no Toys R Us.
But it also means, lots of time with son, building/playing/making/baking/creating/walking/playing in parks. Basically doing what I signed up to do. Have a child and be a PARENT. Not have a child and fob it off on someone else for 10 hours a day.
Hmmm . . . Tough one. And I’m ashamed to admit, a decision that I am not ready to make yet. Will just make the most of our time together.