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| A little Rigby throwback: TapeFace |
Earlier this month, for about a week and a half or so I had the opportunity to fill in for an old co-worker and take over my old pre-Boston job. It was HEAVENLY to say the least. Anyone who says being a stay-at-home mom is easy, or thinks of us as lazy, can suck it. I'm serious. I was so excited and so eager to go back to work, several times I was told to 'simmer down.' Haha. Let me break it down: I was able to drop the kids off and drive to work in SILENCE. (for 3 days my in-laws took the kids so I didn't even need to drop them off! Thanks Randy and Julie!) I didn't even mind the drive with the usual morning traffic, because I could actually hear myself think. No screaming, yelling, asking 5,000 questions. Upon arriving, I clocked in to actually be PAID for my work. And boy did I enjoy the work. I forgot how much I actually liked what I did. When I did something good, I was PRAISED. A good job here, a high five there, and several jokes of my boss telling the other assistants they better hope I want to stay with my kids after i'm done. It felt GOOD!
I sat in Brad's office for over an hour after my last day Monday discussing my old job. I knew it was coming, and I knew he was going to offer me my old job back. He told me I could take my time and think about it. He sat for what seemed like forever praising me, calling me, *wait for it* and I quote: a "godsend" and a "rockstar." Lets just have a moment of silence to allow my head to swell
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Haha. But seriously, I don't want to sound conceded. I'm not saying any of this to make myself look awesome. The ONLY reason I'm saying this because in the 7 years I worked there I was maybe complimented a handful of times. Compliments were never just thrown around. If you were praised, you were doing a stand up job. He has always expected a lot from his employees. I owe a lot of my work ethic to Rigby Dental. I was constantly trying to better myself. To be better than I was the day before. This probably all sounds super cheesy, but its true. It felt good to know I was valued, to know I was still good at what I used to do after 3+years of being home, to be good enough for him to want to fire current staff to have me back. This is a HUGE deal.
Now, I'm not saying that I don't feel valued at home. I know my kids love me, and I know my husband loves me. They tell me all the time, and it doesn't go unnoticed. Jeff values the work I do at home, something that is rare, especially now-a-days. At the same time, no one sees all of what goes on at home. Its just me, Boston and Ellie. Someone can walk in the house, and have no idea that the house was just completely trashed an hour ago. I can work my butt off cleaning the house, and then turn around after 10 seconds and see everything I just did be undone. The work is never ending, and there's no one there that notices how hard you try to be patient, how hard you try and keep the house clean, how many times you want to lock yourself in your closet just to have a few seconds of alone/quiet time because your kids just WON'T stop whining, or how many times you ALMOST smashed the dishes over the counter before you actually did. I swear I would get a big raise if someone saw all the times I ALMOST busted all the dishes in the house.
I can practically see my mom rolling her eyes right now, in her grandchildren's defense. So lets go back to the Megan sitting in the office who had just been offered a job. Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I told him I didn't need to think about it. I WANT to be with my kids. I want to be that insane mom that smashes dishes. I want to be the mom who's lost it, who can't keep track of her phone/keys because she's so worried she didn't pack goldfish and juice to take to the store. I want to be the mom that kisses all the ouchies, the mom who gets to wake up to the 3 year old snuggling up to her in bed. I want to be the mom that can take them to the park, and the zoo, and on playdates, and see all the little things they accomplish each day. I want to be the mom that cheers on her kids when they put their shoes on the right feet, or when they button up all the buttons of that stubborn shirt for the first time. I want to be the mom who cuddles them when they are sick, who reads to them every day. I want to be the mom that has no regrets. That says when her kids are grown that I wouldn't change a thing. I want to be THAT mom. Not working Megan mom. Yes, that mom could probably afford to do more. Buy more shoes, buy nice clothes, go to more restaurants, take her kids to do fun things, or do any of those listed things WITHOUT a coupon. But I think that mom would always regret not spending more time with her kids.
Now that I've completely bored the two people that read this blog, I will leave now and go be that crazy mom I talked about.
