So I have been so busy lately trying to get my new routine down and keep more than a single thought in my head at one time, that I haven’t had time to write.
Recently someone made a joke to me about how easy it must be to be a SAHM (Stay-At-Home-Mom) I prefer the term Homemaker. I know that to a nuclear physicist or brain surgeon keeping house might seem trivial but in my experience homemaking has been my toughest job.
I have both worked full-time and part-time with and without children in my life, and now have the blessing to stay home and raise my family so I feel like I have a good grasp at all angles. By far the toughest job has been staying home. It is extremely isolating while also being very humbling.
I don’t think people remember that when they work outside the home they are entitled to pay, raises, performance reviews, breaks, lunch breaks, bathroom breaks, and an ability to do your work from start to finish. Being home is basically the job that never ends, from the moment I wake up I never stop.
I explained to Shawn once that work for me is akin to him having to clean his work space and then when he steps out for a minute a colleague goes in and destroys it just so he has to go back and clean it all over again while juggling all kinds of other tasks.
I’ve heard the argument that working mothers have double the work since they have to work and then come home and do all the things that a SAHM does. It’s been my experience that when I was working I let far more slide as far as housework and cooking went.
Being home is a blessing and I tend to think the haters might fall on the jealous side from time to time. But the next time you want to judge us why don’t you remember we also give up a lot of things to do this. We don’t get paid, we pinch every penny, we don’t have supervisors/managers/colleagues to tell us what a great job we’re doing, our work goes unnoticed. We aren’t entitled to breaks of any sort and any mother of young children can tell you that it’s pretty close to Heaven if you are able to drink your morning coffee while it’s still hot. We give up socializing on an adult level, we don’t get benefits, employee profit sharing, bonuses, or even the ability to contribute to a pension. Our life is at somewhat of a stand still until we decided when or if we will return to the workforce someday.
So before you make the assumption that all we do is sit around and eat bon-bons all day (as my mother would say) I’d like you to take a moment out and remember to put yourself in someone else’s shoes once and a bit.