As the new school year approaches I will be entering the stage of life where both my children will be in school.
I know tons of stay-at-home-moms might look at me enviously. They see me being able to go to the gym, to the grocery store, or just being able to sit on the couch and do nothing–and feel envious of the posh situation I might have for myself right now.
But the grass is not always greener.
Yes, I can do all those things, and I won’t lie and say it isn’t somewhat nice to have some “me-time,” but it is also a reminder of what I don’t have anymore.
I don’t have a baby or nap schedules to adhere to each day. I’m not chasing toddlers or baby-proofing my house.
And that is a stark reminder that I have passed that stage of life.
And not by choice.
And that is the hardest part for me.
If it were “up to me” I would have at least two more little ones keeping me busy during the school day.
I’d be carting a toddler and a baby around with me to Target while the two older girls were in school. I’d be figuring out nap time schedules and making it work with preschool pick up. I’d be relishing in the two minutes of free time I might find myself getting.
A lot of people get to choose when that stage of life is over–when they’re done having children, how many they’d like to have and how far apart they want them to be.
But a lot of other people don’t get to make those choices–that’s the boat I’m in–and I feel for every one of you who doesn’t get to make that decision.