I absolutely refuse to call myself a SAHM.
Nothing kills the conversation more than saying, " Oh, what do I do? I am a SAHM." You can hear the crickets chirp.
I tell people that I am a Toxic Waste Removal Specialist. (amongst other titles) and I run with it as far as I can.
My two are a 3.5 year old boy and a 19 month old girl. And a overweight dog that is always on the wrong side of the door. I’m actually staying at home so I can be a doorman to my dog.
I love being home. I hate cooking. I am an indifferent housekeeper, I live in a semi-rural area and I rarely ( if ever) meet other women who are not brain dead lemmings capable of doing anything but bitch bitch bitch, which is the only drawback to the entire process.
I use to work out, ride my bike about 15 miles a night, swim, and watch got nuts if someone insomuch as muttered to me during a movie. I haven’t worked out in two years (no time, no money, no energy.) and I can now watch a movie - not R - with kids running amok in the room behaving like wild banshee’s. My lip reading skills have improved considerably.
I miss working out ( the bike rides and swimming - It was my church to me - but to be honest, the movies that Hollywood has been churning out with the twenty something one dimensional drones have been nearly all utter crap. So, no loss there.
Do I wish I had a paying job? Yes, but the only time I can work is late at night so as to avoid paying a sitter or shuttling my kids to my mother-in-law’s and my husband usually does not get home until 7 or 8pm, so that just blows for any 6pm - midnight job at the local IGA. Whooo.
I do crosswords, SDMB, pallindromes, write books for my kids , keep myself vastly entertained by being a life time member to the Walter Mitty Society to keep my brain from atrophying.
I cannot go back to my former job, as a travel agent, for reasons clearly defined by September 11th. It is a dying industry and was before the attacks thanks to the internet. I’m thinking of college soon.
Staying at home is not for everyone. Especially those who are nervous nellies who fret and fuss over every freakin’ dollar and keeping a perfect house and like to have outside conversation with adults.
I think I’ve left the zip code twice this month. I am not kidding.
My qualifications aside:
So, Bodypoet, my question to you is this? Do you think is cuter? Chris or Martin Kratt?