Jim, that was a very sweet post! Thank you.
I had to work full time when my older 2 were little, didn't have a choice, but when the younger 2 came along, we decided I'd stay home. I wouldn't have it any other way. My older ones went to a good friend of the family for day care - she was and still is like another grandma to them. I couldn't ever hope to be fortunate enough to be in that situation again and if I couldn't be with my kids, she was the next best thing.
Having done it both ways, I can honestly say, it was much easier to go to work every day. At least there they are required by law to let you have a lunch break, in which you normally get to sit down while eating. You can go to the bathroom without everyone joining you, and you you sneak a cookie before dinner without being caught red handed! But the hours of Sesame Street, playing patty-cake until my hands hurt and sitting in the plastic kiddy pool are definitely worth eating cold leftovers while clipping coupons and 10 other things.
When I was in the hospital for my AN surgery and my husband had to hold down the fort, the first thing he said when I got home was "I don't want your job!".
And Sandra, if you figure out a way to stay sane, let me in on the secret!!
Lori