Okay you guys (Elza B, for example) who think that being a SAHM = doing housework - YOU DON’T GET IT. Not by a mile.
That’s okay, it would be nearly impossible for anyone who hasn’t been a SAHM to know what it’s like. Housework has nothing to do with being a SAHM.
It’s getting a little easier for me now that my kids are close to 2 years old, but for the first year I rarely had time to DO ANY housework. Cooking? Laundry? Dribs and drabs at best. Who cares if I’m dirty, it’s not like I ever went anywhere. Dishes? Constantly, no choice - I bottle fed (so sue me). Taking out the trash - constantly, no choice.
There’s no way to really understand this until you go through it, but babies are DEMANDING. All day - and ALL NIGHT. You think you know sleep deprivation b/c you crammed for finals? No.
Try this - set an alarm for 45 minutes and every time it goes off, sit still 20 minutes {to simulate feeding}. Do this all day. Do this all night. That’s a newborn.
After a couple of weeks, change it to 90 minutes. But it still goes off all day. All night. How working mothers survive this is beyond me.
Then there’s bathing, changing 10 diapers/day, changing clothes when they spit up, taking them to the doctor for well-baby checks every few weeks, and entertaining well meaning visitors. Oh, and if you have any sort of conscience, you cuddle and play with your baby during those brief periods when they’re awake and trying to learn to focus their eyes. BTW, you’re trying to focus your eyes as well, since it’s been weeks since you got a decent night’s sleep (and there are years to go before that changes).
After about a year your children (I have twins, thus the plurality) become toddlers. Whole new ballgame. Toddlers need lots of attention and direction, plus they’re fun, and they need help exploring.
There is no “oh, I think I’ll play on the computer today” temptation to fight off. It’s not an option. Sure, I do get on the Internet when I can, but again, it’s dribs and drabs that I sneak in when the kids are distracted. And feel guilty about, b/c I could be with them, only I require adult company in order to maintain my chipper mood. Getting together while my children are with me doesn’t really count as adult company, because we’re rarely able to complete a sentence, much less a thought. “How are (Zoe, please put that down sweetie) you (Bryce, does your boo boo need a kiss?) doing today?”
I have seen 2 movies in the past 2 years. Haven’t read any novels. But I’m absorbing childcare info and mothering stories like a sponge, I’m practically a grad student. Because realizing you’re responsible for a REAL LIVE HUMAN BEING is the most profound, frightening, exciting experience in the world. So you bet your ass I’m doing my research.
I could go on…and on…but my Hubby’s giving the kids a bath so I can take a shower (yay! it’s been a few days, I’m due!). Tomorrow I’m taking the kids to the zoo - we LOVE field trips, do them all the time, I think it’s part of being a good mommy, and it helps me keep my perky disposition.
Housework? snort Yeah, right.