(I haven’t read all the posts. It’s nearly midnight, people. This is my usually stream of conscientiousness crapfest post.)
First, Stay At Home Mom is such an annoying title that just stops the conversation DEAD in it’s tracks. I prefer **
Toxic Waste Removal Specialist ** Or **Hostage Negotiatians ** amongst other titles du jour.
Secondly, giving up a social life, familar faces of crabby people at work who hate their job and dealing with the job that you secretly hate, but like the crappy pay, can be hard for some people.
Giving up everything you know, is never an easy choice.
Giving up security is always a hard choice.
But every mom that I know that works full time says the same thing, " I wish I could stay home full time."
And every mom I know that stays home full time wishes she could be in the work world.
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I love staying at home. My house is a disaster. My kids are in a constant state of stickiness. The dog is always on the wrong side of the door and I haven’t seen the counter tops since the last milenneum. I hate cooking, though I am discovering my love for baking (again), and so is my waistline.
If you walk in my back door ( we have no front door step - it keeps the Jehovah’s away) there is a sign: Please excuse the mess and noise as we are busy making happy memories.
Anyone who makes crack at the conditions of the interior of my house is no friend of mine. They also know that I will jam their snotty opinion down their pie holes post hence and subsequently, I never feel bad nor do I apologize for the mess if I have unexpected company. A) because I am so goddamn happy to have someone over b)See “A” C) This is how we live. D) One crack about all the clutter and I will gladly put it in your garage while you are at work because I have keys for everybody I know, goddammit.
However, I do beat the shit out of myself in apologies about my veggie garden. You see, I am comparing myself, and wrongly so, to my sainted-but-not-dead- mother in law, who is the Julia Childs of gardening. Not a weed in her flowers. But MINE, dear God, if I started a dandylion farm, I suspect roses would pop up. Every person, SAHM or not, has their own nuerosis. This is mine and I feed it quite well.
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I won’t go into the psychological crapola that is done ad nauseum in Working Woman VS Natural Mother Magazine. (“I’m doing it for me to benefit us both” vs " I’m doing it all for the baby." My advice is Throw out both these magazines, and all the other parenting magazines and follow your heart and learn to live frugally.
If it is too depressing, isolating, overwhelming for you
(and it will be at one time or another, but if this happens on a more frequent basis) *there are alternatives *. Part time work. Volunteer work. Church stuff, book clubs, Work afternoons. Shave your head and join a commune, your options are as open as your mind.
I have long held the mantra that *If I am bored, it is my own fault *
If you don’t keep your mind active, like a waist line, it will go to pot.
I haven’t gotten any greif from the “Oh you a SAHM” crowd, only because, those that know me know that I will usually retort with a zinger like, " Yeah, after I watch Oprah and eat bon bons, I give the cable guy a blow job so I can get HBO free." But it hasnt happened yet.
Shit, it’s 1 am.
Tomorrow is going to really really really really suck.
Oh wait, I’m a SAHM.I can just sleep in and lounge about allllll day.
Or I can just drink a pot of coffee by noon and spend the rest of the day with the jitters doing whatever I can to fall asleep by midnight.
And my title today is **Dog Butler **
[sub]If I said anything that was useful or coherent, it was purely accidental. [/sub]