I was the last mom to daycare pickup the other day because I went running between the end of my work day and picking up DD. When I walked in there to get her, dripping with sweat, clearly having just run, they looked at me like I was the most horrible mother they deal with. They had moved her from her classroom to the front of the center so she was looking out the window like a sad puppy when I got there. I felt like a jerk. But I wanted to squeeze in a run and H was OOT from Monday until tonight. I had just spent 9 days, 24 hours per day with DD, I felt like it wasn't that bad to push the evelope with daycare pickup once. I am still torn about whether I would do it again.
The time you spent running was good for your health and sanity with in turn is good for your DD (at least that is how I look at it). A sane mama is a good mama!
I was the last mom to daycare pickup the other day because I went running between the end of my work day and picking up DD. When I walked in there to get her, dripping with sweat, clearly having just run, they looked at me like I was the most horrible mother they deal with. They had moved her from her classroom to the front of the center so she was looking out the window like a sad puppy when I got there. I felt like a jerk. But I wanted to squeeze in a run and H was OOT from Monday until tonight. I had just spent 9 days, 24 hours per day with DD, I felt like it wasn't that bad to push the evelope with daycare pickup once. I am still torn about whether I would do it again.
I did the SAME thing on Monday! 3x/week I only have one kid so it is ideal for stroller running. Preschool pickup is at 11 and i REALLY needed to get DD #1's birthday party plans and invitations finalized and mailed but by the time I did that it was after 10, like 1020 or something but I decided to go for it. I made it to school by 11:02 but every other mom was already long gone and I just stood there red faced and sweaty feeling like an idiot.......but I got my run in!
I was the last mom to daycare pickup the other day because I went running between the end of my work day and picking up DD. When I walked in there to get her, dripping with sweat, clearly having just run, they looked at me like I was the most horrible mother they deal with. They had moved her from her classroom to the front of the center so she was looking out the window like a sad puppy when I got there. I felt like a jerk. But I wanted to squeeze in a run and H was OOT from Monday until tonight. I had just spent 9 days, 24 hours per day with DD, I felt like it wasn't that bad to push the evelope with daycare pickup once. I am still torn about whether I would do it again.
Don't beat yourself up, Brit. Having your H out of town is the next level of busy. As long as you weren't past hours, there is no reason they should give you even the slightest trouble. There is nothing wrong with taking a minute to yourself while she is being cared for.
I was the last mom to daycare pickup the other day because I went running between the end of my work day and picking up DD. When I walked in there to get her, dripping with sweat, clearly having just run, they looked at me like I was the most horrible mother they deal with. They had moved her from her classroom to the front of the center so she was looking out the window like a sad puppy when I got there. I felt like a jerk. But I wanted to squeeze in a run and H was OOT from Monday until tonight. I had just spent 9 days, 24 hours per day with DD, I felt like it wasn't that bad to push the evelope with daycare pickup once. I am still torn about whether I would do it again.
Don't beat yourself up, Brit. Having your H out of town is the next level of busy. As long as you weren't past hours, there is no reason they should give you even the slightest trouble. There is nothing wrong with taking a minute to yourself while she is being cared for.
Seriously. You pay them to care for your child, not to judge you. Please don't feel guilty.
Post by mrsjthompson on Apr 26, 2013 11:35:15 GMT -5
OK, not a cleanse, but a fast story. My cousin-in-law (I cringe to admit she is even marginally related to me by marriage) tried to convince a group of our mutual friends that she had just finished a 90-day fast. As in "This salad is the first food I've eaten in three months."*-) Friends totally congratulated her on her willpower. I asked her why she wasn't in the hospital if that were true.
OK, not a cleanse, but a fast story. My cousin-in-law (I cringe to admit she is even marginally related to me by marriage) tried to convince a group of our mutual friends that she had just finished a 90-day fast. As in "This salad is the first food I've eaten in three months."*-) Friends totally congratulated her on her willpower. I asked her why she wasn't in the hospital if that were true.
Whaaa...? For real? Was she drinking milkshakes or something?
OK, not a cleanse, but a fast story. My cousin-in-law (I cringe to admit she is even marginally related to me by marriage) tried to convince a group of our mutual friends that she had just finished a 90-day fast. As in "This salad is the first food I've eaten in three months."*-) Friends totally congratulated her on her willpower. I asked her why she wasn't in the hospital if that were true.
Whaaa...? For real? Was she drinking milkshakes or something?
Dude, I don't know. I think probably she's just crazy nuts and was telling people that just for attention.
My dad is doing that fasting diet (or whatever it's called) where you eat normal 5 days/week and then 600 calories 2 days/week. He has lost weight so he said "you should try it, L." I said, "yeah, I did that when I was anorexic. I'll do things the hard way now." Everyone in the room went silent and flipped there heads around like "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY." Ooopsie.