I know.
This has been a long time coming, but the past year has just been the most resounding wake up call imaginable. I would be a fool to ignore it. I need to stop being stubborn and thank my lucky stars that I am fortunate enough to have a husband wanting to provide for his family and willing to take on the burden so I can stay home. I am fortunate that we are able to survive off of one income. I am fortunate that I have children that I actually want to stay home and take care of. Yes, I am a lucky girl. I know.
There are multitudes of working moms out there who are phenomenal. They are able to not only balance the demands of both work and home, but they also find time to take care of their friends and themselves. In my head, I see them as a pristinely costumed circus performer riding a unicycle on a tightrope. They have that really long pole stretched across their shoulders. On one side of it is their boss, sitting at a big wooden desk, surrounded by clients and subordinates all shouting demands. On the other side is her family--maybe a husband in a business suit and a brief case talking on a cell phone, a son with a skate board and an ipod, a daughter relentlessly texting, and a baby covered in food in a high chair--all also demanding something from her. Despite the weight on her shoulders, she is juggling... I picture her juggling a cooking pot, a cell phone, her laptop, some cosmetics, a book, and a tomato (because if you are going to juggle, you should have a tomato). Some how, this amazing woman rides that unicycle to the other platform with dignity, and grace, and with nary a hair out of place.
I can't do that. I can't do half of that. When I try, things start falling. Then, people start falling. So, it is time to stop.
I am going to stay home and do what I do best...love my Cowleys.
Let the adventure begin.
