Finally after many years of wearing glasses I made the jump and got contacts over the weekend. On Sunday I had my appointment at the optometrist and previous to the exam she asked a few standard questions. When she got to the occupation bit she automatically selected for me the "Mum" option as I had been telling her (and anyone who will listen these days) about Calum. Since I graduated college I've always fallen safely into the "sales" option and just hearing someone else say out loud that my job these days was as a Mum really hit me for some reason. Last night I had the chance to think about it a little more as Calum decided that sleep is for wimps and kept me up most of the night. Am I happy with being "just" a Mum?
Growing up I spent a lot of time at my grandparents and was very close to my Mom's mom, Grandma Britton. Grandma Britton was an amazing cook, always had her house in perfect order and did stacks of ironing at lighting bolt speed. Not only was she a Mom but she was a true (and great) housewife. As a child I always wondered about what she did before she had kids and I wonder someday if I don't go back to work if Calum will do the same. I want him to be proud of me, but is being a Mum (which as we all know is in fact the hardest job out there) something he can be proud of?
The hot topic of conversation amongst my Mummy friends these days is about work, are we going back, if so when and will it be part time, etc. I have to say that four and a half months in I can't imagine a job that would pay me enough to take me away from spending every possible minute with Calum. While I've felt a lot lately like time is wasting away a bit as I'm not being as productive with it as I would like, that's what the job requires at the moment and I just have to remind myself that being a Mum is a job whose description is every changing and I'm looking forward to each new day as it comes.
Have a great week x