We're Going on a Field Trip

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The work-from-home routine drains me sometimes. Like right now, I should be rewriting an article about HCG hormones, not blogging. Oh, and let’s not get started on the house (which is almost clean since we’re having company tomorrow, thanks to my husband’s help, but typically it’s a scary place).

Sometimes, I focus too strongly on the work aspect of working from home instead of the home aspect.

When Miss N brought home a paper from preschool about her first-ever field trip and the fact that they needed helpers and drivers, my first thought was “but I have to work. I wonder if I can afford to take the morning off?” The only thing that makes my workweek possible is my full days on Mondays and Fridays while the girls are at school (N to preschool, M to Mom’s Day Out).

Then it hit me.

This is why I work from home. So I can drive to the fire station with a bunch of three and four year olds. So I can be home with my child when she’s sick. So I can help with the Christmas party.

So I signed the form, and tomorrow I go with Miss N on her first ever field trip, filling my van with little people and car seats, and touring the fire station with my girl.

And I’m so excited.

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Unknown said…
And from one who knows you will never regret taking that time with her. I miss those times very much.

You are such a fantastic Mommy I love you.
MOM
October 22, 2010 at 12:45 PM
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