Yeah, it can be great, the fact that I was there for all of the firsts of all the boys, when there is a moment I get to actually sit down on the picnic table and watch the two littles play in the sand while the warm sun shines down, it's bliss, but really come on, I don't know what set me off, but I"m pretty pissed, like a switch, on the rampage...
So if you didn't know, because it doesn't seem like there are a lot of us left, here is what's shitty about being a Stay at home mom...
first off - there is NEVER a break, there are no back up babysitters or anything, no outings or date nights ever, you expend all of your babysitting opportunities with grandparents for school functions where no siblings allowed applies, or parent teacher conferences - regular appointments, grocery shopping, anything else doesn't apply, I always have at least one child with me at all times, sometimes it's easy and uneventful, mostly it's a royal exhausting pain in the ass to do anything. We're definitely memorable and make scenes.
Everyone relies on mommy for everything. No one knows how to put dirty laundry away, even daddy doesn't know how to put clean or dirty clothes away. No one else cooks, no one else cleans, I pretty much always take out the garbage. No one else does laundry. No one else puts clean or dirty dishes away. I cook every single night multiple meals because fast food is a major treat, why spend $30 or more on one meal when I can make one for under $10. I then have to put the dinner away, dirty dishes away, so let me bitch again, no only do I walk around the house collecting random socks, pants, undies, then I collect multiple cups and plates and bits of food all of the time.
Being a stay at home mom pretty much means you are a slave to everyone else's lives. I have run errands for everyone else every single day of the week this year. But if I want to run for my own enjoyment, it's a big deal. If I do leave to go shopping or wherever, if I leave alone, when I come back, nothing was done, no kids were fed, no dishes picked up, so when I come back, I basically have to take off like a tornado doing all of the things that didn't get done when I was gone, so then I'm even more miserable than before I left.
I have to clean up everyone else's piss all over the bathroom. All. the. time.
I feel like I'm getting buried in my home. Stranded here in the clutter of toys, food, clothes. And only I will make the attempt over and over to fix it all again and again.
The second I clear a table, someone thinks it's the perfect place to put shit. Toys, papers, tools, random bits of junk, a scale that doesn't work...every one of them do it, God forbid a clean and clear space stays that way.
I'm ready to throw my hands up in the air and say fuck it. Let this place turn into a pig sty because I"m sick of being the ONLY one here trying to keep shit straight!
It would be so much easier with some kind of help. I hear stories of working parents going out on date nights together - after being out of the home all week! Of hiring cleaning crews to do their housework! I see multiple grandparents picking up kids at preschool who are eager to send the kids to kindergarten so their work is done! What the fuck! Fuck! I hear stories of Friday night take out because - "I'm not cooking on Friday night!" I see a mother escorted with a grandparent to help wrangle kids at public places! The only time Daddy is with us, is if we make a day trip to the zoo on a weekend or something. Then he helps me chase the toddler. But really, doctor appointments, speech services, WIC appointments, grocery shopping, etc, all done alone and outnumbered. I guess it's what I signed up for with having 4 kids and choosing to stay home. What I didn't take into account was the fact that I'd have to do everything else alone on top of it. That since I'm not making an income, I take all of the responsibility of home. The finances, the housework. I get so sick of it. It never ends and there are no breaks at all. Ever.
