One of my oldest friends came to my house last week and while we caught up talking about our kids, the wedding and life in general when the question came up if I had read "Fifty Shades of Grey" I said no and she immediately said I needed to read it and that it was good. The conversation changed to other stuff and then she was on her way. She called me a couple of hours later and said she was on her way to my house to drop off the books. I said ok come on over and she walked in, dropped off the books and said I had a month to read them.
Well, the week progressed and the books stayed untouched. As soon as I would think I had a couple of hours to myself, something would come up and I would have to put the book down. I read the first pages several times but with the kids at home it was just not possible to do so. Today I was finally able to pick up the book and read a couple of chapters. It was very hard though to get in to the book because I would read a couple of pages and the girls would start fighting, then read a couple of more pages and have to split them apart. A couple of more pages were read and Hubz would ask me questions the one thing that really irritated me was I was finally in the book, it was getting good and it was only 5:30p when the girls came back in to the living room asking for dinner. Again I had to put my book down and tend to the family. Dishes were done, kids were full and Hubz was watching his shows, yes I could finally get into my book I thought, yeah right. The girls fought even more and I was about to give up when I poured myself a glass of wine and told everyone I was going into my office and to not disturb me. (for the record, I don't have an office, I call my recliner my office). When this happened, the house was magically quiet and I could concentrate. I read a couple of chapters and I again had to put the book down to get the girls ready for bed.
Now, it may seem like I'm whining or complaining but I am not. In all actuality its part of my job being at home with the girls 24/7. Its my role as their mother to make sure that they come first and then everything else follows. It is just taking some getting used to. There are days that I really miss my adult interaction with working, but other days, I feel really blessed that I have been able to stay at home with the girls for almost one year. It's taking some time and some compromising but it is something I'm loving and I will be very sad the day in the real future when I end up back at a "normal" or "regular" job.
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