The Magic of a Tuesday…

Since last January, I’ve worked part-time outside of the house. Two days a week, I put on all my makeup, and pants that have less give and I go to a land where grown-ups go to the bathroom with the door closed, where the only person whose nose I wipe all day is mine and I don’t have to count to three to have a task accomplished. A place where I drive to…alone. Where I get to feel like a little more of the human I was before kids. And talk with women that I find absolutely lovely. Where I get to exercise different strengths and different passion. And it’s a place that feels a bit like home to me as I spent three years going there every day before Barrett entered our world and turned it anew. Oh and I get a paycheck for that work … which is different than the payments of motherhood. Because society allows me to use the dollars from that paycheck to redeem things like groceries and cable and mascara. And I swooooon over those days. Because they are different. 

And part of that swooning happens because on those two days, we have a warm, delightful young lady who spends the day building forts, baking breads and being physically present with the boys when we choose not to be {more on her to come}. 

But on Tuesdays, we dance. We sing. We march. We wiggle. We clean. We do art. {I know, you can hardly believe that, but I swear it’s true}. We eat pancakes for lunch. We often hang out in our jams. We have Lego competitions. Because…well, why the heck not? Because a year from now B will be in school {no longer the pre}. Jonah will have started pre-school. And another baby will be rocking our world. And the Tuesdays of our present will be in our past. Aye yi yi. 

So for now, Tuesdays get to be magical. Which is a complete contradiction to the boys’ history as Evil Tuesday Babies. But right now, Tuesdays are the easy day. The day we are in our groove as a trio. Without two naptimes and toting around a huge diaper bag. There are still squabbles and tears and timeouts and talking back… I mean, Tuesdays don’t exist in a vacuum. And there are still logistics to deal with on the leave-the-house-for-work-days. But in the world of a mom of a 2 and 4 year old, and to almost three kiddos in our house, this is my right fit for this time. The part-time schedule that I’d loved once before, I love again as well. One foot in each field. Where Mondays and Tuesdays are my favorites for two completely different reasons. Where I oddly don’t feel pulled too crazily in any direction. And I don’t feel overly busy for the most part. Where I can wear pj’s on one of my week days and not feel like I’ve lost all sense of self. And where I get to be me in different forms.

I write this now because I know myself well. I know that at 4 months post-partum I will once again feel overwhelmed. I will feel exhausted. I will feel like I am a feeding apparatus. And so then, I can read this and know that in parenting and in life, it all ebbs and flows. It’s easy and hard. It’s harried and lazy. It’s controlled and chaotic. And all of that can be packed into one single day.

Mom or not, what’s your favorite day of the week and why? Happy Tuesday!