I have pretty much worked since I was 15, at least when I wasn’t going to school. After college in 1995 (gasp) I started working a full time professional job and did that until November 2007. That is when the hard work really began.
In November 2007, right before the birth of my daughter, I became a stay at home mom. Basically it is everything I thought it would be, but it certainly has presented some challenges that I never expected.
First, I can no longer use “a hard day at work” as an excuse for my behavior. Sure, full time mommy is not easy, but seriously – I don’t have to deal with anyone else except 2 people that I have complete and total control over (snort). But at least I no longer have to deal with clients and weather and deadlines and all the rest of the stuff that goes along with it.
Second, at the end of the day there is no longing to “finally get to see my kids,” it is all about trying to get Daddy to take them so I can have a few minutes of peace. Or at least go to the bathroom – finally.
Also, there is an extreme lack of adult interaction and conversation. It’s no wonder so many of us have taken to our computers and created a world of blogging friends.
And finally (and I say finally for the purpose of this post…I could go on for days) there are a number of words that describe bodily functions that I never would have even spelled out loud in the past that now get used practically hourly in my vocabulary.
Here are a few other observations I have made since becoming a stay at home mom:
- I have no idea what day it is. Ever.
- Gerber brand Onsies run very small.
- It’s futile to change into a clean shirt after being spit-up on.
- ‘Time to myself’ is another way of saying I’m going to the bathroom.
- It takes 4 hands to diaper, bathe or change a 7 month old baby (and alas I’m of the 2-handed variety).
- The holding capacity of a diaper is inversely proportional to its proximity to your clothing.
- Babies just don’t care that you have to pee and have had to for the last 3 hours.
All in all, though, I think I’m adapting pretty well. My kids get outside as much as possible, we visit parks and have even ventured out to Chuck E. Cheese. They haven’t made any complaints about my presence in the house and I enjoy that my job is taking care of my kids.
If I could only get the stains out of my shirts and get Abby to stop pulling my hair, then it would almost be perfect!