June 10, 2018 – the embarrassing date of my last blog post. It’s been a while y’all. It almost feels odd talking to the computer screen like I did so often last year. But here I am diving back in, guns blazin’, ready to share. The last two years have been a bit of a whirlwind. But before I dive into the beloved mommy posts I have up my sleeve, I thought I’d share what exactly I’ve been up to the last ten months – since it definitely wasn’t blogging.
Just less than two years ago I went back to work for the first time since having my very first babe. I spent the first year of my firstborn’s life finishing up my degree in education. And it wasn’t until six months after my second baby came to be that I actually put it to use. I spent one school year in an intervention position – AKA a position that would soon be bittersweet to my heart. And one year in my own first grade classroom – AKA a MUCH harder, time consuming, load -bearing position.
Life as a full-time working momma was hard. I mean, it was probably one of the hardest phases of my life to date. When I first considered going back to work, it seemed it would bring such positivity. I longed for the mental break from the long days spent surrounded by my babies. I yearned for adult conversation. Yearned for the pride that came with providing real income for my family. I focused on so much good. And while working did just that, so much good for my family, I was stretched so thin.
I traded baby talk and endless snacks for days spent with children other than my own. My heart missed them all the time. By the time I finally came home each day, my patience had been shot long before seeing their angel faces. Time was my biggest thief. My weekends were spent prepping laundry and groceries for the week ahead, rather than spent playing and cuddling my boy and my girl. The pressure to be a great educator and a great mom all at once came home with me all too often.
I love education, by all means, this is not a post about how awful life as a teacher is. Teaching truly does something to your soul that nothing else can. To love children that aren’t yours, to be so eager to see growth and happiness in little ones. I hope to share one big fat teacher appreciation post soon.
But when January of 2019 came alongside major morning sickness and a positive pregnancy test, I knew it was time. Time to go back to the endless hours of baby talk and snack prep. Baby number three may very well be our last baby. And while I’m so hopeful to enjoy every second of what could be my last pregnancy, I’m also eager to share every ounce of joy with the two babies I already have before I’m stretched a bit thinner with postpartum.
So here I am, turning to my blog once again to share the ins and outs of my life at home. I have an appreciation for this “homemaker” title like I’ve never had before. I am basking in laundry and cooking and cleaning and story-time and school pickup lines because I missed this for quite a bit. Indeed, it only took just a few short weeks to have my first overwhelming head-spin, because mom life is still MOM LIFE, I am feeling so blessed. Another Perez baby is on the way, but so is all kinds of Living Lex posts – so keep an eye out for ya girl!
And to you working mommas, I see you. But most of all, I commend you.