SAHM...For a week

Last week I got to be a SAHM because daycare was closed. Before I the week started I told people things like, "you think I'm acting crazy now, wait till I get to be a sahm next week" and "I'll remember how much easier going to work is."

After worrying about how I would handle it, anxiety wise, I have to say that I loved the time with my son. In fact I did NOT want to come back to work. Sure you can think "who does want to go to work" but seriously I did not want to drop him at daycare and felt seriously guilty. So much so that the entire drive to work, I cried. Now maybe I would feel differently if R was still in school and gone 3 nights a week, or if was longer then a week, or if we weren't so busy the entire time, but I really want to stay home with him and let him crawl into bed with me and snuggle until he begs me to go play in the other room, sip coffee while I watch him play with his new trash truck, let him play outside and tell him again why he can't have water in his water table, give him a yummy lunch and then read to him, sneak in a shower and email time while he naps, play play-doh with him and then wait for daddy to come home while I make dinner. Giving us time to do all the things we didn't get to do during the week of Christmas. :( I'm sad.