I blogged last week about working on Trent's party invitation. I emailed the lady I found last year to make T's (through etsy) and never heard back from her. So I kept perusing etsy and just couldn't find anything I liked. Through a recommendation, I met Monica. Let me tell you. Easiest process ever. After I emailed her, I had a response within 30 minutes. I sent her my thoughts on what I was looking for and within 24 hours I had 3 invitations. Adorable. Reasonably priced. GREAT to work with. PLEASE if you need invitations, go check out her webpage! Now... the perfect invitation for my little guy who has been requesting for months (without prompting) a garbage truck cake...I present a garbage truck party invitation. Be jealous!
I drove to Dallas this morning for a 3-day training. I always leave the house with mixed feelings on days like today.
On one hand, my heart is heavy at leaving my little guy. And he was so adorable this morning in his mismatched pajamas (which was really what he wore to nap yesterday because he refused to change at bedtime...mustard stains and all) watching Dora and sipping his juice.
I also feel guilty at leaving Brent to do single parent duties. Luckily, Trent will spend the night with the in-laws tomorrow night, so it's really just today and tomorrow morning. Still...it's hard to do any part of this alone with a toddler, and it makes me feel guilty. I know it's part of my job, but I still feel bad.
But, there's also a part of me that relishes a little bit of alone time. Not being woken up at 6:15 by the slamming of a door when a toddler wakes up? Yes please. No tantrums? Yes please. Doing what I want for 2 evenings (although it will probably encompass some work)? Yes please.
And I guess it's okay to feel this way. I would probably be a weirdo if I didn't. I know I will enjoy my time away, but I know on Wednesday afternoon I won't be able to get home fast enough. And then probably wish I had another night off when we have bedtime tantrums. {grin}
*I use this term as a 'working outside the house' mama. All mamas are working mamas. But this was too long for a title. So hopefully I don't offend my sister!
