Another snow day

K's preschool follows the local public school schedule. Which means he's had a snow day at least once a week for the past month, plus there was that entire week he was sick. We have both missed so much work taking care of him in the past few weeks that I feel like I'm already a little checked out of my job, despite being a month and a half away from maternity leave.

Today we spent the entire day in the house, in our pajamas, playing. On one hand, it's nice that we have this time together and I know when he's older I'll look back and miss how sweet and cuddly he was and how close we were at this age. I'll be honest, though. At the end of yet another day at home together, I actually feel more grateful that I'm a working mom and I have a nice peaceful office to retreat to and I feel that I've accomplished something outside my home at the end of the day.

Sometimes I wonder, if I didn't have my iPhone beeping at me and the constant sense that I might be dropping the ball elsewhere, would I be able to relax and enjoy my time at home more? But then I remember how I felt during my time at home with K when he was a baby. I couldn't wait to get back to work, or school, or anything that made me feel like I had a brain and a purpose outside my family. But then again (on the third hand), babies are different than little kids and the sleep deprivation alone made me a horrible grouch during those months. Anyway. I'm employed, I'm happy that way, our family is doing well. No need to overthink these things.