I suck at being a working mother. I don't know if I am coming or going. I can't seem to get my schedule together and always end up having to make an addendum for my sitter (she's a peach and never grumbles).
I can't be here to take of my children because we need my income.
I feel guilty.
I feel like I am letting everyone down.
I stink at my job and I stink at home.
I am resentful because I feel like no one works as hard as I do.
There are a lot of "I's" in this post, which probably means I'm probably being a big whiny, self centered, baby right now.
Which I am.
Alright, so I need to just suck it up and get over it.
Confession Time Part Two:
I would like to hire a maid and a cook and a gardener. All who will work for my smiles alone.