Before I go ANY further, let me apologize for my absence. I was dealing with being behind in school, trying to find a job, getting finances situated, and then a very close friend had a heart attack, and now we’ve come one day shy of my 22nd birthday, and then Thanksgiving. It’s been hectic. In lighter news, I’m now an actual Full Time SAHM! I’m lucky to be able to say that. It was coming down to the wire on whether The Husband and I would be able to swing it, and as of two weeks ago, I started receiving my school checks, so it put us back on track! I now get to spend 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year with The Youngest! Oh wait.
Here’s where that list comes in. Since finally deciding to just stay home and do school (online, by the way), I have gotten some wonderful (and not so wonderful) advice from fellow SAHMs, Working Moms, Childless people, and other randoms who think they have a solid thought. My favorite thing to hear, so far, is “Oh, well that must be nice. You just get to sit on your ass all day and not have to worry about anything. Lucky.” Stahp. Just stahp. No. First of all, no SAHM gets to ” just sit on (her) ass all day”. That’s a lie. And if any of you do, please, teach me your ways. The youngest is WAY too active and into life for me to just be able to sit on said ass and send the child off to play. No way. If I do that, I hear crashing and water spilling ten minutes later because said child is standing on the edge of the bath tub, running the water, and yelling “water, mama water!” while trying to pull their shirt off. Yeah, it’s like that at your house too. Don’t even lie.
Then there’s “How does your husband feel now that he has to provide for you and your kid?” First of all, read. I’m receiving a check every month. I get paid to go to school, basically (Thank my father, may his reckless soul find peace in Heaven or where ever he ended up), so I’m providing just as much as he is. Second, he likes that I’m home all day with The Youngest. The house is way cleaner than it was when we were both working, dinner is done when he gets home (yes, I’m that wife), and I’m able to educate and work with The Youngest rather than pay an obscene amount for them to spend the day with someone else. Heck, I even potty trained the kid (not an easy feat. I don’t care who you are. So much pee. So much…).
I’ll do you one even better… ready? “It must be wonderful not to deal with real life and other people everyday.” Dude, let me just slap you before you say that to a mom who is staying home with more than one child. What she might do to you will be way worse. It’s not wonderful. Now before anyone goes and freaks out because I said being home with my child isn’t awesome, let me explain. Yes, I love that first thing in the morning I get baby love and cuddles, I get to play Legos, I get to see the world from a small person point of view. I get to kiss boo-boos and make them all better, I get to act silly and not be judged, I get to sit in my PJ’s all day because my child doesn’t care what I’m wearing, the point it, I’m there, and they know it. The part that makes it not wonderful, is every, single, living breathing moment, is dedicated to one single individual person. I can’t watch my favorite shows because The Youngest can’t handle intense scenes, they stress out. I don’t have the luxury of just putting on my shoes and going to the store, it’s become a 30 minute process. I have to make sure the kiddo has clothes, shoes, a cup, and anything else they grab on our way out the door. Making breakfast? Sure. Easy. Until said child decides half way through breakfast they don’t like what they’re eating, throw it in the trash, then ask for more. Lunch? Oh, just wait until the kid finishes their food first. I’m learning it’s so much easier than trying to get them fed, and feed myself. Otherwise my food becomes their food, and I’m still left eating way later than them. That’s another thing, I don’t have “my food” anymore. That Reece’s cup I just handed to the cashier? Nope. I say it’s mine, but I’m going to forget in three hours that The Youngest wants everything I have, and then half will become theirs. It’s a vicious circle. The hardest part of being a SAHM, is that I have a child under 5. At 5, at least they might comprehend half of what you’re saying, and you can have short kinda meaningful conversations. Not at The Youngests age. I could talk my head off, and they would just look at me like I was crazy, laugh, and run away. Sometimes they talk to me, about Monkeys and Cars and how Daddy took something. That’s what I get. I crave adult attention. When The Husband gets home, I feel bad for him. All I want to do is talk and cuddle and talk and cuddle, and he’s like whoa, just got home, give me a sec. So no, I do have to deal with real life. My real life. Different from yours, yes, but still real. Very much so.
The last one I will leave you today actually hurt my feelings a little. I was talking with someone about a week ago about having decided to stay home and just go to school and watch The Youngest. They stopped for a minute, then looked at me and shook their head. “Why would you do something stupid like that? Think about it. In two years when you’re done with school, and you turn in a resume, and an employer sees a two year gap in your work history, what are you going to tell them? You wanted to be lazy and stay home? No one will pick your resume first. They’re going to look for someone who was able to balance work, and life. You’ll just look irresponsible and lazy. I hope you change your mind.” Straight to the heart. I wanted to run away and cry. While they might have been right about some employers in the world, I don’t care what they say, when I’m in an interview, and they point out the gap in my Work History, I’ll proudly look at them and say “I was a SAHM and a full time college student for two years. I chose to walk away from the working field and into working at home. I was a cook, a dishwasher, a taxi driver, a nurse, a teacher, a student, a judge. I was a personal shopper, an activity coordinator, on call 24/7. No holidays, and no pay any treasury would recognize on taxes. I understand that there are probably other applicants who worked 40 plus hours a week at a job just to get themselves through school and into your office, but I can guarantee most of them didn’t work for free, just to better the generation that your business is going to be dependent on to succeed in later years.” Boom. Maybe it won’t be so bad-ass as I want it to be, but I want people to understand that being a SAHM IS a full time job. We don’t get vacation time, definitely no health care or a 401k. Just kisses and hugs and hearing “mommie?” at 3 a.m.
It’s a hard, dirty job. Not meant for everyone. So today, I give props to all the SAHM/D of the world. Here’s to doing the job of creating tomorrow. I’m not hating on working parents, I’ve been in your shoes too, and that’s a whole other level of difficult, but today I wanted to touch on what being a SAHM is perceived as. So next time you hear about someone talking about their kids, and your at the bar, don’t turn around and slam them. They were probably me, and even though they finally got out for an evening, their whole day before they got there was all about their kids. Give them some slack. Some one has to do it.
Peace babies.
Jeremiah 29:11