{WSAHM}

Every once in a while, I have a personal story to share that I hope will benefit someone out there.  Today, as I was unloading my groceries at 2:30 in the afternoon, I realized how blessed I was.  I was blessed because I could be home at 2:30 on a Wednesday, unloading my groceries and then be at school to pick up my son at 3:00.  I have the best of both worlds!  I get to work doing a job I love, I set my own hours and can be there each afternoon for Wes.  Sure, my house isn't the cleanest and I really need to organize my laundry room, but at the end of the day those things don't really matter. clean house

I worked, full-time, my entire adult life up until the day Wes was born.  I knew I loved working, but I also wanted to be present in my child's every day life.  There was a very short period of time (about 4 months) when I stayed home all day with Wes.  It was really great, but when I realized I wasn't going to exercise each morning and I didn't want to spend my days on the playground with other moms, I quickly found a part-time job and Wes went to preschool 5 mornings a week.  Life was good and I felt balanced.  As with most good things, that time came to an end at the same time my marriage did and I had to make some tough choices.  One of those was going back to work full-time, as a single mom of a 4-year-old child.  I did that for 3 long years and it was so hard.  I remember some afternoons racing to his daycare to get there before 5:30 because my boss felt like a conversation about lighting choices had to happen at 4:58.

Today life is good again.  Honestly, it's always been good as God has a plan for me and Jennifer Taylor Design was part of that plan.  There may be days I miss that steady paycheck, but the rewards of being my own boss far outweigh any salary I earned working full-time.  It's now 5:21pm and I'm in my office typing this blog and Wes is doing his homework.  I work when he works, and sometimes when he is sleeping.

I've given myself a new title; working stay at home mom {WSAHM}.

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