I always wanted to be a SAHM (That's Stay at home Mom for those of you who work and have no idea what I'm referring to) Really, even back in my teenage years I never had a huge passion towards a career. I always loved people, was referred to as a "people person" so I majored in Psychology. Actually I majored in Education until the damned Statistics course got the better of me and I almost failed out..twice. So, changed to Psychology where I didn't need to endure Stats. I worked with psychologically disturbed kids for a while after graduating and loved it;albeit mentally draining. When I was fortunate enough to stay at home with my children, there was no doubt in my mind I would do it. I have to tell you...also, draining.
I miss getting dressed. Sure I put on jeans and the occasional mascara but I miss actually putting on decent clothes, feeling good about myself as I got to wear the occasional skirt and high heels.
I miss having a lunch hour. A whole hour for lunch? What on earth did I do with that time? I eat in 10 minutes. Did I actually sit and read a magazine and dare I say, rest?
I miss conversing with other adults. I get my two minutes of grown up conversation in when I bring Youngest to preschool and when I sit in the waiting room during Oldest's therapies but really it's not the same. I miss an 8 hour shift with grown ups talking about important things like last nights episode of "LOST"
On the other end, I don't miss coming home and rushing to get dinner ready or feeling the pressure of needing to put on my "work face" first thing in the morning.
I love the fact that sometimes my lunch hour consists of dining with my three year old son over a Caillou episode
I love that my stay at home job provides me with love instead of endless complaints about a work environment.
I wouldn't trade my SAHM position but boy I wish it paid better!
I miss getting dressed. Sure I put on jeans and the occasional mascara but I miss actually putting on decent clothes, feeling good about myself as I got to wear the occasional skirt and high heels.
I miss having a lunch hour. A whole hour for lunch? What on earth did I do with that time? I eat in 10 minutes. Did I actually sit and read a magazine and dare I say, rest?
I miss conversing with other adults. I get my two minutes of grown up conversation in when I bring Youngest to preschool and when I sit in the waiting room during Oldest's therapies but really it's not the same. I miss an 8 hour shift with grown ups talking about important things like last nights episode of "LOST"
On the other end, I don't miss coming home and rushing to get dinner ready or feeling the pressure of needing to put on my "work face" first thing in the morning.
I love the fact that sometimes my lunch hour consists of dining with my three year old son over a Caillou episode
I love that my stay at home job provides me with love instead of endless complaints about a work environment.
I wouldn't trade my SAHM position but boy I wish it paid better!
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