Sometimes, just sometimes, I think how great it would be to get in the car, drop the kids off and go off BY MYSELF to a job and be able to just concentrate on that all day. Then, at the end of the day, I could go pick them up (where they would be SO happy to see me), go home and resume my motherly duties. But then I remember the reasons that I decided to work at home. And here they are:
At work I can't be interrupted by my daughter because she needs a kiss.
At work I can't listen to my son's hour-long story about his Pokemon collection.
At work I can't feed them lunch.
At work I can't sit in the bathroom with my daughter for 20 minutes while she decides whether she has to go potty.
These are all the things I didn't want to miss. These are the things that my kids are doing TODAY, RIGHT NOW, that I would miss out on if they were not with me all day. I don't want someone else doing my "Mommy" job. It's my job, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.