I've been home just under two years. Ever since my DS was born. I left a VERY physically and emotionally demanding career. I loved what I did, but the boloney made it horrible. AND I couldn't imagine being anywhere but with my dear children.
Meanwhile my husband has been blessed enough to have a WONDERFUL job that he truly loves! He gets LOTS of recognition for his great work. He solves difficult problems, works with a great team, is excited about what he does etc. He's even starting to swirl around the idea of some real promotions. I am SOOOO proud of him! Today he is giving a big presentation to his entire department and he is just thrilled!
Last Friday as he was sharing his joys of work I couldn't help but be wistful about the days when I felt like I was very good at what I did and the pride I took in that. I wondered to myself if he thought less of me because my days are filled with... well.... other things now. Of course he does NOT! And I KNOW that! But in my pregnancy hormonal fog, I just got a bit emotional.
Truth be told. My DH is AWESOME and TRULY respects and appreciated what I do every single day and he does MORE than his fair share to help out! Especially now that I'm so heavily pregnant.
Then this morning he was dressed a little nicer (presentation day). He was sort of bouncing around the house getting psyched about the day. (He also gets to go on a two hour luncheon cruise that he is really looking forward to). I look down at myself and nearly crumple. His old t-shirt, pajama pants. I don't have any clothes that fit right now. Then he takes the cup I used to fill every morning for my drive to work and fills it up for himself.
It was just a bit much for me. I felt like less of myself. I felt less important, like less of the world.
Silly really! I KNOW its because I'm so pregnant and hormonal. I have NO true desire to go back to work. I LOVE being home. My quality of life has never been better. But... well... I hope someone here can relate!