My child consumes my life.
I say that in a good way. Since my first day at my first “real” post college job I have given 110% to my career goals, grad school, saving, & all thing “grown up” life had in store for me.
But now after changing careers and scraping my way up the corporate ladder, I have a new boss.
He is very demanding and there are no excuses for late projects, he doesn’t tolerate tardiness, when he ask for something he wants it immediately no excuses.
I don’t get any bonuses for all the extra hours I’m putting in. He thinks this is a part of the job. Even at 2 am he calls me and expects me to answer with a pleasant tone.
And despite all of this i think about him all day and I can’t wait to get home and serve at his every beck and call.
I never knew I was capable of loving someone so completely until the day I became a mother. Every hair on his little head, the wax in his little ears, & the cotton in between his little toes.
I know one day, I’ll revisit who I am and what this woman looks like, dreams about, next steps in life, and so on. But today my aspirations are simple.
To once and for all prove to my child that “you are not the boss of me” as I beg him to go back to sleep and let mommy sleep through the night.