What Time Is It?

I bought myself a new watch last Friday. That might not seem like a big deal but it is in my world. The last time I wore a watch I had not given birth and still worked. I feel like this is a symbol of the next phase of my life. I have spent the last eight years not knowing what time it was or relying on the microwave clock or minivan clock to tell me. I have to admit I used to be quite anal when it came to being on time. I did not understand people who were late. It annoyed me that people were so rude.

After I had my first son I relaxed and after the second I practically became a slacker. I show up at my youngest son's preschool late on a daily basis. Luckily by now they know and like me enough not to care. I have discovered that if I'm late no one is going to take my children away from me. That was the fear that kept me supermom in the first years of motherhood. The fear that someone would decide that my house wasn't clean enough or my children not well cared enough and they would take them away from me. I have grown enough to know that if they did take them they would most likely return them quickly because they are not easy kids and I mean that in the nicest way.

So back to the watch. I hope this watch will help see me through my first days of work and the meetings that come with that. I am no where near starting a new job but I have dreams and plans. And that's all you need right?