So, as I watched Olivia happily sitting in her little rocker watching 'Sesame Street' this morning clad in her big girl jammies - which, by the way she is still wearing right now taking her nap - I wondered if I really had a 'daily grind'. I don't get up and go to a job outside the home, my job is here, taking care of the girls. I suppose I do have some sort of rough routing - when I get up, when Olivia has her morning snack, when to pick up Emma (nothing rough there, time is not negotiable!), when Olivia takes her nap, etc. I guess I just don't think it would be a whole lot of fun to think of my day as a 'grind' or maybe there is some special mystical meaning behind it all. Don't know. Don't much care.By the time Jason gets home from work most nights, I am worn out from chasing kids & dogs, running errands, cleaning (well, if you can call it that), chasing kids, picking up Miss Em from school, chasing dogs, oh, and chasing the kids. Who knew that playing with the Calico Critters would be so strenuous and demanding. Or that skating around the kitchen on a Leapster game because you didn't realize there was a trail of them on the floor would be so exhilarating.
My 'grind' is so much more than just a catch phrase. Can you really call your day 'work' when you get to stay home and play with your kids all day? Granted, not all days are fun and games. Don't get me wrong, we have our fair share of 'what the f*#@ is going on around here?' days too. But, the good far out weigh the bad and on days like today, I love my grind.
