monday morning rush is not the same as it was back when i was still a meager-salary-earning minion in what is now the poor third largest bank in the country.
monday mornings are blurry goodbyes and getting a peck on the cheek from my daughter and older son and snuggling with and giving milk to my three-year old. then, waking up to do two or three loads of the never-ending baskets of soiled clothing. and breakfast with my terrible-tempered but infinitely adorable toddler.
if i take a moment, stop and take in everything, i just might realize that this is the life i envisioned back when i was still strapped to the eight-hour grind. my older kids would have to content themselves with calling me several times on the phone just to hear my voice. now, my toddler is with me twenty to twenty-two hours in a day. i am not with him only when he is in school or when i am in school.
sure, there are rough spots, but this is indeed the life i envision myself to be living. the perfect life for me and my kids. time together.
screw law school. it would have been a bonus if i could have done a marvelous juggling act and come out as an exceptional student. but alas i am not one of those purple feather flaunting bigheads like malevolent.
no worries though, my kids are okay and i am happy and nothing else matters.
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