The quest continues...

So, now that I've started back to work, my son is angry with me. He is mad that I am not home with him anymore. He thinks that I have abandoned him while I'm at work. He gets so excited when I come home every night, that I almost cry. He hears the lock turn, and runs to the door to open it, yelling, "Mamma, Mamma!" It breaks my heart that I have to go to work at all.
When did it become so hard to raise a family in this country? Why do both parents have to work to keep a roof over their families heads, and food on their tables? I sat online yesterday, before I went to work, looking for a "new" house. I'd found plenty, but most of them are out of our reach. The houses we can afford are in rough shape, or are in bad neighborhoods. I don't want to raise my son in a ghetto, but I don't need to have a house better than the Jones's either. I just want a house that I like. I want a house that I can change with paint, and maybe some new type of flooring. Carpet, or wood laminate, because I can't afford real hardwood. It's not right that we both have to work. It's not right that our children are being raised in "daycare" facilities. We wonder why we've got so many messed up kids today. It's because we are not at home with them like we need to be.
I don't know if I'm right, but I doubt that Roman mothers left their kids to be raised by a stranger, and I doubt that ancient Egyptians did either. (Well, except for royals of course.) If we want to correct what's wrong with society, our MOTHERS need to stay home with our children. And, we need to stop obsessing about celebrities. There is no good reason why we need to keep tabs on everything they do. If we have enough time to watch every move they make, we should have more time to do the things that count. I admit, I pick up InTouch Weekly, at least twice a month, and I do read some of the other rags now and then, but I do not obsess over what the celebrities are doing. I look at them, and feel envy, and pity. I'm envious of their money, but pity the fact that they don't get any privacy at all. Yet, I know that they don't have anything but ambition, and I feel sorry for them. I feel sorry that they don't have time to enjoy their kids, and they are raised by nannies and governesses, and they grow up not knowing that their parents do love them.
Well, enough for today, I need to go to the farmers market, and Costco to get the things I need to make dinner tonight. Finally, a day off so I can have dinner with my family. Even though my son won't eat it, it'll still be nice to sit with my husband and son at the table, and enjoy what so many families can't.
Thanks for reading...