No longer "at home"

It's been a long, hot summer. I've dragged my kids all over Houston despite the heat, maybe in an attempt to fufill any last stay-at-home mom expectations I had for myself. In July I was offered at teaching position at a high school very close by our house. I'm sure some of our trips to the zoo in the millions of degrees of heat had to be prompted by the tinges of guilt I knew I would feel when dropping off the kids at childcare (which started last week). My tots (3 and 2) have been swimming, painting in musuems, digging in the beach sand, and the most inane idea of all my trips with them...the NASA space musuem. Ridiculous, I know. They are 2 and 3 for all that is holy and dear, why?! Why?! Why did I do this to myself?
I will tell you why.
I am crazy.
I actually told Ryan that we need to practice with David the pronunciations of his shapes. Yeah, that's right. David knows his shapes, but he's not enunciating OCTOGON quite like mommy would like. This is why I'm going back to work folks. Yes, this is mostly a financial decision...but maybe in the long run we'll all be a little more sane for this move.