Let the Mommy Wars begin! I should have known when I wrote the post about being a stay at home mom I would open a Pandora’s box. I guess I need to emphasize the fact that I have nothing but respect for Mom’s that can work outside the home and keep their families together at the same time. It doesn’t work for me, my husband or my girls at all. I tried it for a while, and things never went very well. I loved my job. I adored my job. I wanted to take my job in my arms and hug it and squeeze it. It was a huge creative outlet for me, as well as a very fun work environment.
As great as it was for me, as well as an additional source of income for our family, it wasn’t working. I’ll note one example of how it really didn’t work one night.
I was recovering from a major surgery and had taken a whole month off of work. My first night back was a 5pm-12am shift. Rob arrived home in a rush, with just enough time for me to squeak out the door and make it to work on time. The gas gauge was close to E, but I had no time to fill it up.
After work, driving home at 12am, the car started sputtering. I held my breath, took my foot off the gas pedal and tried to glide as long as I could. The car died. No problem! I had my cell phone. I called Rob. The phone rang and rang. No one answered. Furious, I slammed the door shut, and proceeded to walk the mile home dodging any headlights that might be coming my way. At one point, I got tangled in a barbed wire fence. I wasn’t scared. I was livid.
When I arrived home, I went in our bedroom to find Rob fast asleep. Not a good situation. I’ll spare the details of the exchange that followed, but know that I had some serious repenting to do after that conversation.
Working outside the home didn’t work for our family. I earn more money babysitting our kids friends than I did at my part time job. There is hardly any creativity involved, they eat all my food and suck the life out of me, but it is best for our family right now.
I made my kids cookies after school today. I got to watch Belle have a picnic in the melting snow with our dog. I taught Belle what the number 3 looks like, and got to read Snow White to her, (again.)
I love my kids. I love to be with them as much as I can. For me, for now, this is what works.