So, one thing that really gets me fired up lately is this US military deal that has gone to Air Bus. Are you kidding me? With how bad our economy is right now, how little our dollar is worth compared to the Euro, why in the world would OUR government give money to another country and their workers for work that should be done here by people that live here, work here, spend money here, and have some kind of political, emotional, and patriotic tie to our own country.... It just freaking irritates me so bad I cannot even watch or hear stories about it all anymore. And then to top it off, this morning on the news they say the war is costing us $12 billion a month. And we've been in this war for 7 years. I cannot wait until November! Hopefully things will change.
My next thought is after reading MB's blog, I must say I have days where I dream of being somewhere other than home, at some dream job, or spa, but in all reality...I would rather be exactly where I am. I LOVE being with my daughter. I could not imagine anyone else having her and seeing the things I see everyday. I love watching her learn and grow and actually helping her do these things. And I know at this age she'll never remember being home with me, but I have to believe it's a good thing for her to be with me too. The safety, knowing that nobody can hurt her, the love she gets, the comfort, everything. I never had a career I loved and I'm not saying if I had that things would or wouldn't be different. But I am, we are, very lucky that I can stay home. Financially, no, it's not fun. I do miss having money like before, but I don't care. It's worth it to me. A career or job can come and go at anytime, but this is the only chance in my whole life that I can be with my kids at this age. I can work later. Right now, I am going to get my baby girl out of bed and snuggle with her.
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It is a whole different kind of fulfillment being a stay at home mom. And, you are right... one that you can not get later.
I might work later... or I might join the PTA!
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