thoughts of a working mom

I like to see this, something about it just makes me smile. 

(I don't like to particularly see the red antibiotic bottles - one for each little boy, whose ear infections seem to finally be on the mend!) 

A fridge full of little kid cups lined up in a row, ready for the 6 little hands who start the day off running despite the two tired daddy eyes looking back at them.  As I'm 2 hours into my work day, I think about my sweet family at home, 7-8am, I picture him in the kitchen, dishing out the milk and breakfast, wishing just a fraction of the early morning energy the 3 littles possess could magically transfer into his body.  Alas, it can't, so I do this easy task.  It makes me feel like a mom when I don't get to be one that day.

 I like to be a RN, I do.  I just LOVE to be a mama.  Finding that balance between being a working and stay at home mom has been a struggle.  But thanks to an amazing, understanding boss I am looking forward to the switch to working part time, very soon.  My kids can't wait, and my Mr. can't either!  It has been something we have been hoping for, and I am so excited that things are falling into place for us!  I can already imagine the fun activities I'll put my energetic kids in, the opportunity for more family filled days!

So until that part time position becomes available, I survive being away from my little at home.  I know I'm doing good work, I'm valued, and I feel it.  It still doesn't make it easy being away from the loves of my life.  So while I'm at work sometimes I sneak in my phone and quickly sift through my photos.  I love seeing -

the pictures that Kip takes, a little photographer in the works.  And piggy tails on my baby girl.

 The way Sister loves to rummage through my make up bag, and the way she has bed head and rocks it.  Little lady is cute as pie (whatever that means).

 How Jov dances around when she wants her lights plugged in, and how Kip constantly pulls the petals off said lights, and puts them back on again about a hundred times each day.  Lights with flower petals = not my idea, but genius, and one of the greatest gifts...ever.  

 Babies at bathtime...sigh, if only they stayed little forever.  

The little boy who writes his name, and is so proud "cause you know I got some pretty tricky letters in my name mom, my teacher even told me that!"  And goodness how big does my R look?!   

Afternoon dual nap time that allows for some special mommy Ryk time.  He'd want you to know the yellow is his, blue one is for Kip, and the pink one is for J - "cause she is a girl and likes girly colors, and not the smell of farts."  Not sure how the smell of farts has anything to do with color selection...

So this switch to part time...goodness it is welcomed, and we can't wait!