My favorite blogger, Beverly from "A Baby...Maybe", posted a beautiful, to the point post last night comparing her current state of employment and working mommy-hood t0 the Carrie Underwood song "Temporary Home". The lyrics are painfully true to how I feel about leaving Ellie every day to go to a job that is just miserable. I half-joke when I say when asked what I do that I "try to sell things that don't matter to people that don't care". Booo...feeling pretty down lately. I know that I have to keep pushing through, probably at least until Mark gets a new job, but every time I get her out of her crib in the morning and she snuggles into my neck I have to stop myself from choking up. I just hate leaving her.
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
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