Children? What children? Do I have CHILDREN?

Yesterday I had a day chock full of activity: New intern in the office. Meeting with my business partner. Meeting with a client. Skype meeting with another client. Proposal to complete. Annual report to finish. And so on and so on…

I didn’t even THINK ABOUT MY CHILDREN until 3:30 in the afternoon. Truly. I went a full 6 1/2 hours without them even entering into my mind.

Just what kind of a mother AM I anyway?

I suppose that I could look on the bright side and cite that my lack of concern was a testament to the quality of our babysitter.

Or was it?

What if it is just a sign of my being a heinous human being? I swear sometimes  I thank God that I no longer have small babies because I am not entirely convinced that I wouldn’t forget them in a grocery cart or leave them at the bank or something equally as ridiculous as that.

There is that part of me that feels like something is off in my motherly DNA. Why am I not as obsessively worried about them anymore? Is it a sign of their increasing growth and independence or my increasing self-absorbance?

Am I just too caught up in my work?

Is this normal?

Should I be stripped of my motherly title and all of the benefits contained therein? (Cough. “Benefits”) Anyone else ever experience something like this?

What I learned about myself today:

I can carry a professional display, two (heavy!) boxes, three bags and one purse through the rain while chatting on a cell phone and balancing a cup of coffee.

I rock.

(Mommy schleping skills totally translate into the working world.)

I thought that it would take me at least two weeks before I had some good ole fashioned working mom experiences to blog about.  I was so wrong.

I don’t even start my new job until April 1st.

This kind of mania right off the bat is a new record, even for me.  I’m kind of in awe.  Talk about having to juggle work and family!

So,  I start my new job on Wednesday.  (Yes, April Fool’s Day – how appropriate!) We (me, hubby and boys) are scheduled to go out of town three days  into it to visit my in-laws.  It’ll be a quick visit.  Unfortunately, I can no longer leave town early on a Friday.  It is my first week.  I’m not asking off early. And, due to my marathon training, we have to return immediately on Sunday so that I can get a 20 mile training run in.

My newly-aquired-after-school-provider goes on vacation the very next day (Monday) leaving me scrambling to find a neighbor  kind enough to watch the boys on Monday and Tuesday.  Well, Wednesday and Thursday the kids will have to head to their grandparents for a visit because (you guessed it) they are off for Spring Break.  Friday they will be at home with me.  (Thank goodness, I’m off for the holiday.) Sunday, as you know, is Easter.

The very next day (Monday) Jedi and Ninja will visit another friend’s house while their father and I head back to work .  Tuesday the kids return to school, while I fly out to California for three days on business.  Due to my husband’s work schedule that week, my parents will be staying at our house for two days to help him out while I am training.

Did I mention the fact that we are scheduled to have company as well?  My college roommate and her family fly into town on Friday around 2:00pm for a weekend visit.  I fly in the same day but, my plane doesn’t get in until 6:00pm.  Everyone will beat me home…. the kids, the husband and my guests.

So I am thinking that it is indeed appropriate that I start my new gig on April Fool’s Day.  Hopefully it will remind me not to stress and take life so seriously.