I love being a stay at home Mom. Really. I always knew I would be...even in my 20's when I thought maybe I would be a carrer woman, and never a mom. Deep down I knew I wanted to be there with my kids. And luckily, we were able to choose that option when I got pregnant with Meadow.
Mike came home from work 2 days ago, and I was having my usual afternoon meltdown which includes the phrase 'Mommy's DONE!' several times. Mike hates that phrase. Now, I totally get where he's coming from. I do. I don't want to yell. He always tells me, 'you can't be done, you are the Mom. And the minute you are reduced to yelling, they win." Ummm news flash Mike, I was defeated in the battle looooong ago!
I explained that I was just so over this stage of hitting, and whining, and back and forth with the 2 of them. It's exhausting. I try to keep them occupied, and we are out of the house for at least half of the day- EVERYDAY. But, I also have a business to run, and a house to keep together(well, attempt to keep together) so they are left to entertain themselves when I need to get busy. Not exactly how I pictured staying home with them, but it is reality.
Mike was shocked that I wasn't as in love with this stage of their lives as he is. 'Soon they will be 6 and 8 and not babies anymore!' THANK GOD! I said.
Apparantly not the right answer to give. He quickly resonded, 'you could have to go to work everyday and drop them off at day care and miss all of this!' I bet he thought I would immediately agree and see the error of my thougts and jump into craft time with the girls. Instead I started to day dream.
I pictured sitting in an airconditioned office, hair done and make up on, wearing REAL clothes, not workout pants. Getting work done in peace, knowing that my girls were being entertained by someone who would play with them non stop, and not ask them to watch My Little Pony for 30 minutes so Mommy could finish her newsletter. I pictured finishing up work, closing my computer, and LEAVING IT THERE. Then rushing to pick up my girls who were so happy to see me, jetting home to make dinner, and spend the rest of the evening playing until I tucked them into bed, in a clean room (since they weren't home all day to make it a mess). The I would sit down with a NICE glass of wine (not the Target box wine I am used to drinking) and do some shopping online without having to check my bank account.
Yup, that's what I pictured. It looked nice at that moment.
Alright working moms, stop laughing. I know just how ridiculous that sounds. But hey, it was a DREAM.
And SAHM's, stop drooling and get back to cleaning. Nap time is almost over.