Friday, August 10, 2012

Being a Stay at Home Mom is Like Having a Saturday Every Day

So far, being a stay at home mom is like having a Saturday every day. I mean, I don't set my alarm to wake up in time to be anywhere, I am up at all ours of the night,  I don't have to wear make up and blow out my hair, I don't have a set schedule, and I don't have to answer to anyone! 

I have only been doing this gig since May 22nd of this year. That is the day that my youngest son was born. I was put on bed rest the day before because of high blood pressure. Ahhhh.... I was to have 2 glorious days of nothingness before my next Dr's appointment. When my water broke at 3AM that morning, I should have seen it as a sign of things to come. A sign of never having any days of nothingness ever again.

Let me clarify by saying that my oldest son definitely brought some excitement to our world. There was hardly ever nothingness with only him around. The difference back then, was that I worked outside of the home. That meant long hours of commuting in the morning and evenings. That equals being stuck doing nothing. That meant an hour lunch break. ALL. TO. MYSELF. There is something to be said for no distractions.  Usually, I used these hours to make calls, run errands, and get my thoughts together.
That is no more.
*Side Note-If you never get phone calls from me anymore, please consider this your explanation. I am doing you a favor. A phone call from me now would consist of two or three words directed at you and the rest barking out orders to a four year old while trying to balance a phone on my shoulder while I feed a baby with my chin holding the top of the bottle while also tying a shoe with one hand.*

I digress...the point is, if everyday now is like a Saturday then it is one of those Saturdays that has a to do list packed so full that you have to hit the ground running with the roosters! It is the kind of day that you just get up and go and determine later if time permits a shower. If not, that's ok. Your children will not mind if you just throw your hair back into one of the pony tail holders that live permanently around your wrists these days. I mean, let's face it, that is probably for the best considering the combination of spit up and peanut butter that is knotting the ends of that rats nest you call hair.
The expectations are pretty high believe it or not.
All of that help that I got with the laundry, food shopping, and cooking is OVER! I am pretty sure that now I should be making money from The Pickle Tree, cooking three squares a day, keeping our clothes fresh and laundered (side note- there is a pile of pants on the ironing board...anyone know what that means? anyone? anyone?..WAIT- never mind, if you know do not tell. I think I will keep playing dumb for now), and doing the shopping with two kids all blindfolded and with one hand tied behind my back.
I mean...I am a SAHM, now. This is my job. And it is easy, right?
If staying at home with the kids is like a Saturday, let's talk about how I never ALWAYS have to answer to someone.
 That. is. constant.
And the spectrum is without limits.

Mommy, can I have a snack?
Mommy, I need a wipe ( yes, his butt).
Mommy, I want to watch Mickey Mouse Playhouse!
Mommy, when will daddy be home?
Is it today? TODAY? ( fifty thousand times a day, no matter what we are talking about because he does not get the concept of today, tomorrow, or next week)
Mommy, can I have a snack?
Mommy, why is Nanny in heaven?
Mommy, is it my birthday party yet?
Mommy, am I on the naughty list?
Mommy, how far is heaven?
Mommy, can I have a snack?
Mommy, are you done yet? ( because it does not matter what I am doing, if it is not directly related to him it NEEDS TO STOP!).
Mommy, can I have a snack?

Oh, and let's not forget the call of the baby. It might not come in the form of English, but I answer to him in the form of a bottle feeding that takes about 30 minutes at a time about 8-10 times a day!
There went 4 hours!
Beep Beep. Zip. Dang!

How did I do it before?
I mean, I worked 40 hours a week. I managed a busy etsy shop that required me to sew for about 20 hours a week not to mention the shopping, errands, and bookkeeping it requires. I took Blu to pre-school, picked him up, came home, fixed dinner, got bath and bed taken care of...

The answer is simple.
 Someone else was answering to my son. Someone else was feeding him breakfast and lunch. Someone else was wiping his bottom and answering his innocent inquiries about heaven.
He is my full time job now. Along with his precious little brother.

I am SO looking forward to school starting so that I can have SOME semblance of a schedule!

Will I set my alarm to make sure we are up and at 'em with our lunches packed?
You bet!

Will I still be up at all hours of the night?
Sure, if the baby is hungry, but with any luck, he will be sleeping through by then!

Will I wear make up and blow my hair for the car pool line?
Of course not I will try once I get the hang of things.

Will I have a scheduled time to drop off, pick up, get groceries, sew some precious creations, manage the Pickle Tree, and perhaps even play a little tennis?
LAWD is HOPE so!

Will I be answering to anyone?
Yes...I will proudly be taking on most all of the why's, how many dollars, how long until we arrive, can I have a snack, and how far is heaven questions that will fit into what remains of each day.
Oh, and also the occasional, "You haven't cooked dinner?" question from my husband....
but that is a whole other post!

Am I suggesting that staying at home is harder than working outside of the home? No way!
Is it easier? ABSOLUTELY not!
Both sides have challenges. The grass is always greener, right?

All I know is that it is definitely an adjustment.
One NOT to be taken lightly.
I mean, just think how you would handle it if suddenly your 9-5 turned to a Saturday every day!


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