Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Not By Any Stretch of the Imagination

I'm a stay-at-home-mom.

I don't have a job outside the home - the home is my job.  I do babysit four days a week to bring in a little extra (which really isn't extra, considering there would be no piano lessons, dance classes, or Girl Scouts without it), but I have no other job than being a mom.

So why does it feel like I'm never home?

If my job description is going to include the words "stay", "at", and "home", it would be nice to actually stay at home.

But instead, I'm volunteering at the school, driving from store to store to store to store, leading (or helping to lead) Girl Scout meetings, schlepping kids to dance classes, piano lessons, and church activities, and, lately, standing outside various stores for two hours at a time hawking slightly overpriced (but really tasty) cookies.

No wonder my house looks the way it does.

It will be nice in a few years when I'm actually part of the workforce again, because then I'll feel like I have a truly legitimate excuse for letting things fall apart.

Until then, I would like to remind people who ask what I do that if I answer "I'm a stay-at-home mom!", I'm totally lying through my teeth.

There is no such thing.


  1. I am not as busy as you (yet, we are getting there), but my house is a wreck anyway. I would seriously love a maid.

  2. I love a good stay at home mom post. Makes me feel less crazy and more validated. Validated for being crazy? Probably.


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