My job

I am a cook, a maid, an organizer of people's days. I am a teacher, a counselor, a singer, an actor, an artist and a dancer. I am a builder, a visionary, a scientist and a mathematician. Other random jobs that I do on a daily basis include entymology, story telling and song writing. I am an engineer, a nurse and a referee.
I am very busy. I think with all my jobs that I do - I am a great asset to society. I would think with all the different hats that I wear, people would think that I am more than fulfilled. I don't have a degree in any of these areas, but for some reason the Boss feels that I am qualified.
I often times am so busy with all my different jobs that I have so humbly been given that I don't have time to take a 30 minute shower or spend an hour getting ready (or even 5 minutes.) I've been told though, that after I have put some more time in on the job, those longer showers will come.
I get to work from home which is nice, that way I don't have to fight traffic. I have a lot of friends who are over achievers like me. We tend to bring our work with us to lunches and parks, but we mutually understand that work is demanding.
I'm HIGHLY paid too - although my checking account probably won't reflect it anytime soon. But I am paid in ways that money would never be able to compare to.
I am a mom. I am a mom from the time I wake up until the time I lay my head on my pillow for the 8th time in a night. I don't have a fancy degree from some prestigious university - but my kids think I'm the smartest person EVER. Designer jeans and high heels really aren't in my wardrobe - but jeans that I feel comfortable getting dirty in a sand box are...way better! We don't have the nicest house or the nicest car, we don't eat fancy steaks regularly or drink expensive wine. But our house is filled with love, our house is warm, our cars work, our tummies are full with good food, and milk is good for the bones.
To all those who ask on a regular basis if I can ACTUALLY be fulfilled being a stay at home mom - I am. I am mentally and physically challenged in a way that no "regular" job could ever challenge me.
To all those who ask how I am going to contribute to society - I'm pretty sure that every day when I teach my children responsibility and empathy, respect and love, kindness and independence that I am contributing to society in the greatest way of all.
To all those who ask when I am going to get a "Real" job - my job is pretty darn real. Let's trade for a few days and then you can talk to me about "real."
And finally, to all of those who ask if I want a nicer tv or a prettier house or a nicer mini van - NOPE. Stuff doesn't matter in the long run. I have never once heard someone who on their death bed say, "I wish I got that 73" tv." But I have heard of those who on their death bed say, "I wish I told my son/daughter that I loved them more."
I have CHOSEN this as my job - and I hope that all of you who haven't had the privilege of my career path will at some point get to partake.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mommies!

Choo Choo Guy

My son Luke is one of my four most favorite people in the entire world. He can smile and light up the room. He knows how to flirt with the girls already and make my heart melt so quick that I'm putty in his hands. He's focused and determined and full of energy.
He loves trains. He's obsessed. His name that we now all refer to him is "Choo Choo Guy." Besides Emma and Baby Eddy, Thomas is his best friend. There is an antagonist in the Thomas series named Diesel 10. He has a claw of sorts on top of him named Pinchy. I have decided I loathe Pinchy. Dave and I have to draw "bad Pinchy" chasing after "sad Thomas" 100 times a day, and that's not an exaggeration. We have been looking for Pinchy for 4 months now in all the stores and have had no luck.
But Dave took Luke today to K-Mart of all stores and found one. Luke is thrilled. Luke is in choo choo heaven. And Mommy and Daddy are in choo choo heaven too - because our focused son won't need us to draw pictures for him anytime soon of Pinchy.
The other night I was tucking him into bed and he said, "hug, kiss" So I gave him a hug and a kiss. Then he started saying, "heart, heart, my heart." And I asked him, "What about your heart Choo Choo Guy?" And he said, "Hug my heart, Mommy." I love my little boy's heart...