When’s my vacation?

I will preface this by saying I love my kids VERY much, and am really glad I decided not to go back to work in order to be with them.

But seriously, when is my day off?

I know there are lots of people who say that being a mom is one of the hardest jobs you’ll ever do. And I think that’s true for about a million reasons. But today’s reason is that there is no vacation from the mom job. No personal days, no paid time off. No weekend. And that, sometimes, sucks.

I don’t even want a babysitter right now (although I’m working on getting one, and I’m really excited about it). I don’t want a friend to come over and watch the kids so I can go out. Screw going out. I want someone to take the kids out of the house for a day. Take them somewhere else, so that I can just quietly stay in bed. I don’t care if I still wake up at 6am. I won’t have to get up. I can drift back to sleep. Or I can get up, have some breakfast, and then climb back into bed for my own morning nap. I won’t have to run and jump into the shower for five minutes the moment the twins go down for their first nap (since you never know if today will be a good nap day or a bad nap day). I just want to spend one quiet day, alone in my pajamas. Not covered in spitup.

Oh yes, I’d miss them. Because even though I was on the verge of tears this morning because they weren’t sleeping well but I really wanted to, they can then turn around and smile and it really does lift my spirits. They’re sweet and funny and I wouldn’t give them up for anything.

But I feel like maybe I’d be OK with a day of absence making my heart grow fonder. Ah well. My heart is pretty fond already, I suppose.