|This is how Ryan greets me every morning|
|Ryan telling me about last night's dreams|
|Aiden still practicing the art of sitting|
|Just hangin out|
By this time the whining and eye rubbing starts. You know what that means. Nap time! Nap time keeps everyone sane - mommy, daddy & babies included. We head upstairs, turn on the music player and try to go down for a nap. Aiden will whine a bit but usually puts himself to sleep. Ryan needs a little more coaxing. These days bouncing his mattress works wonders. Around this time, Papa wakes up and takes over until the afternoon. Mama gets in the shower and hauls ass to work.
I always hate leaving in the morning. Sometimes being a working mom sucks. You tend to feel like you're missing out on things, and then when you get home you feel guilty doing anything but hanging out with your babes, because you're already away from them for so long. In all honesty, I know it's good for me to work and to go do something unrelated to babies sometimes. I know it will keep me sane and in the end a happy mom = happy babies. But knowing that does not take the guilt away. You do what you gotta do to survive in this world and you come home and make the best of the time you have with your family. Nothing else matters.