On Work versus Family

I used to be all about work.

I used to come home with work.

I used to come home from work and talk to people from work about work.

I used to think about work at 3 a.m.

I used to dream about work.

I used to shower in the morning and think about something related to work and then GO TO WORK....

Carl, over the years, has successfully banished me from bringing home any physical work but he never could get my mind off of work no matter how hard he tried. (Plus, I'm kind of a "little shit" too, I don't like being told to do something so I'll always find some way to do what I want to do and do it tenfold just because you don't want me to do it...)

But then came Julia...

And no matter how hard I tried, I could not for the life of me, do all the above things like I used to. If someone from work called me about work, I'd end up talking about diaper changing and booby feeding.

The girl has run me ragged...

I go home and my mind is on everything else BUT WORK. And I am finding out just how precious my time really is. Throughout the week, the only time I have to myself, is when I am showering and when I am driving to work and to my parents house. At all other times, Julia is attached to my hip and demands every second of my attention. If I'm feeling especially needy for some "me time", I may stay up later than my bed time (like now) but that's rare. During the weekends, my time is spent trying to do family things.

Work just stopped being important enough and truthfully, I think I like it like that...

Don't get me wrong, work is still very important to me, but on my dying day, my first thought is probably not going to be "Did I do all I can for work?, Did I make work happy?".

I only have one shot at enjoying life and being the best mommy for my children- and at the end of it all, I want to be able to say "Yes, I did all I could for my family. They're happy, healthy and wise and that's what made my life all the worth living!".