I contemplated posting this or not, because I'll probably go back in a few days. But maybe I can look back at this post and remember my thinking. Since the day I had Noah, I always wondered if I should be a stay at home mom (SAHM). I test drove it while I was on maternity leave and after those 3 months, I decided that even though I loved Noah with every fiber of my being, I was not meant to be a stay at home mom and I went back to work.
At first, it was really hard. I blame the daycare. We had picked a bad one and it wasn't making the transition back to work very easy when I was concerned about someone else taking care of Noah the wrong way. We switched daycares after a month or so, and that helped. Once they got the routine down, I felt comfortable again. But that didn't last long.
I was soon feeling like I was "missing" everything he did during the day. Work was too long and too stressful and I felt like by the time I got home, I was exhausted. Even though I got a few hours to spend with Noah, I was too tired to do anything with him. After looking through our finances and deciding that it was really just too difficult to quit my job completely, we decided we could do part-time. So I asked my work and long story short, they said no. I felt completely defeated. So I did the only thing I could do at that point: change jobs.
I started working at my new firm in November 2010. At first, it was great. I was really enjoying the flexible hours. Busy season started and it was rough, working 55 hours a week. But I made it through (with the help of a wonderful husband). Now I'm back to working my flexible hours and while I love it, I still miss Noah a lot. We are getting ready to start our summer schedule where I will get Friday afternoons off, which will help too. But will it be enough?
I think I got my answer yesterday. St. Louis has been having some pretty rough storms lately. Yesterday's storms knocked out power to our building and we were sent home early. YAY!!!! So I went and got Noah and was so excited about our afternoon together.
When we got home, I did a few chores and started some laundry, all made more difficult by a 1 one year old running around getting into everything he shouldn't be. Then we went downstairs to play for a while. I was so tired and lazy that all I wanted to do was lay on the couch and watch TV. What a great mommy, right? Luckily, Noah was fine playing on his own and I would hold the toys he would bring to me or help him get something out of the toybox. Then he got tired and I rocked him a little and this is what happened:

Overall, the day went ok, but I came to some realizations. When I'm sitting here at work thinking that these days when I stay home with Noah would be perfection, I'm so very wrong. In fact, when I'm actually at home with Noah, all I feel is tired, exhausted, unmotivated, and restless. When I'm thinking clearly, I know the right move is for him to be in daycare. He is learning so much there and I know he loves being social with the teachers and other kids. We really have found a great daycare and I would hate to pull him out. Especially since the actual preschool part starts when he turns 2, well not until that following August, but still. I also like that by me working, we can afford vacations and cleaning people. I still think there may be a better life balance by cutting back my hours and going to part time like I wanted to do at my previous job, but I don't feel comfortable asking for that just yet. My plan is to wait until #2 comes. Then I don't think it would be a big deal to go part time at work and still have Noah go to school part time, so he's still learning, etc.
Ok, this post is long enough. Sorry about all my rantings...