I have the "Mom guilt". Welcome to the rest of my life. It's Thanksgiving week and I have to go to work every morning instead of hanging at home with you and your dad. All I want to do is stay home with you but I must work. Work. Poopy work. However, as you'll learn, we all have to do things that sometimes we just don't want to do.
I actually love my job. I am a personal trainer and group fitness instructor. I get paid to workout and show other people how to workout. It's pretty bad ass. The part I don't like is the pressure to make more MORE MORE sales. It should be all about the client and getting them what they need and THEN the money will come, right? Bottom line, they are running a business, I am running a business, and we all gotta make money. I wish I could just stay home with you and teach my fitness classes. Right now, it's just not in the cards. I'll keep putting it out in the universe and hopefully it'll happen.
Being with you, coming home to you, is the best thing in the whole world. I watch videos on my phone of you at work just so I can see you. Jason and I have managed to keep you out of daycare which is fantastic. I work in the morning while he works in the evening. It's not ideal but we're the only ones raising our child and that's most important.
Well, Stinkpot, you got up last night at 2am, 4am, then 7:30am. You must be teething or in a growth spurt. You've been gnawing on your hands for weeks now.
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