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I'm currently a stay-at-home mom.
So, I've been there, done that, and yes, I got the freaking t-shirt. Over the years I have developed some big pet peeves of things I've heard come out of the mouths of other stay-at-home-moms, or things I've seen with my own two eyes. And as a woman who lived this life and still lives this life, yes, I feel I am more than qualified to voice my opinions. Now, please keep in mind that these pet peeves apply to everyday stay-at-home moms with no extenuating circumstances.
Moms with twins, triplets or more kids that are the same age -- exempt. Moms with special needs kids -- exempt. Moms who homeschool -- exempt. Y'all are more than pulling your share of stress and craziness, so my heart goes out to you all.
For the rest of us, brace yourselves: I'm sure something on this list will get under someone's skin. Exhausted mom photo via Shutterstock. It revitalizes you and gives you even just ten minutes to yourself to recharge. The child will sleep eventually, and even if you have to wait until they are in bed at night or set an alarm for ten minutes earlier in the morning, you can facilitate a shower. I understand that if you don't do much during the day and don't leave the house; there is that side of you that whispers, "You don't need to shower today," but ignore that voice.
Do it for yourself. Do it to teach your child ren good hygiene habits. I'm just a stay-at-home mom. Too many times I have seen a frazzled looking mother at the grocery store, kids hanging all off of her, wearing a vomit stained shirt and holey sweat pants. Don't be that mom. Now, I'm not saying become a s housewife whose hair is perfect, makeup is perfect and who wears a dress and heels to mop the floor.
But take pride in your appearance. After taking that mandatory shower see 1 above , take 5 minutes to put on some clean clothes and get yourself feeling feminine again. So many SAHMs get lost in being so-and-so's mom and forget that they are individual women first. I woke up one morning as the stay-at-home mom of a two-year-old and four-year-old who took a shower once every three days, wore old PJs around the house, never bothered to do my hair or makeup, and looked hard at myself in the mirror. No wonder my self-esteem was below normal. No wonder my husband and I never had sex. No wonder I didn't feel like myself anymore, or even a woman for that matter.
It was that day that I made a promise to myself to take care of myself.
I showered everyday, put on comfy clothes that made me feel great my go-to is a tank top and jeans , and even ran a brush and some product through my hair and spent five minutes on makeup, even if I wasn't leaving the house. The result was amazing. For instance, are both you and your husband on the same page?
Is he on board with your plan to stay home with junior? How will it affect your relationship? How will the chores at home be divvied up , if you do become a SAHM? Plus, there are the financial concerns: Will you be able to afford luxuries like a family vacation? Are you ready to put your career on hold and let your kids take priority?
But many are myths, rather than facts. And whether junior is a baby, toddler or an older kid, they all require a fair amount of attention. I deal with crazy tantrums , crying toddlers and I lose my temper on a daily basis, just like any other mum would! And while it meant I would forgo a paycheck, not once did I think, at age 33, of what the job market would look like for me in years hence and therein lies my most expensive mistake.
I stayed home with my kids because I wanted to be with them. I had a job that allowed me very little time with them on weekdays and I felt our time was short. I did not stay home because I believed they needed me or that the nanny I had hired could not do a great job. Now, on the downslope of parenting, I have misgivings about my decision to stay home. It would be far too strong a word to say I have regrets. Although I am fully aware that being a stay at home mom was certainly a luxury, staring at an empty nest and very diminished prospects of employment, I have real remorse.
The book spoke to me, and my mother and grandmother spoke to me warning me not to tread the path they had taken, leaving the workforce after their children were born. But the book and my mother spoke to a young ambitious preteen, not a young mother. Betty Friedan or not, I stayed home for almost two decades raising three sons. And on one level I felt like I was short-changing myself, those who educated, trained and believed in me by doing this.
But living in the suburbs among women of shockingly similar backgrounds, interests and aspirations, narrowed the scope of people with whom I interacted. In the workplace my contacts and friends included both genders and people of every description, and I was better for it.
Some of this work was deeply meaningful and some of it trivial in the extreme.