The truth about the SAHM- Stay-at-Home-Mom

While we were waiting to start our family my number one goal with our future kids was to be a stay-at-home-mom to them.  At the time I didn't think that it would ever be a possibility but a couple of years before Adam was born my employers allowed me to start working from home. I continued to work from home after Adam was born fully realizing how blessed I was to be able to be at home, keeping my salary and not have to take him to daycare and miss out on those big milestones from the first year.

When he turned one I gave my two week notice and embraced the status of full time stay-at-home-mom.

I was in heaven!!

Fast forward almost 4 years later...

 I.am.exhausted. tired. and worn out. 

oh, and exhausted.

Now don't get me wrong, I do recognize how blessed I am to be home with my kids. So many moms out there have to work as a necessity all the while wishing they could be in my position.

I guess what I didn't realize is that it wasn't going to be as glamorous as I had hoped it would be  

(insert big sarcastic LOL followed by a snort here)

Just two days ago Cooper threw up in my face. 

Lucky for me he didn't get me just in the face! He also got the side of my head and hair, my neck and most of my cleavage.

The best part is that I'd just had my first shower in 3 days and had only finished blow drying my hair about 30 minutes before.

Today was super fun too. I caught his cute chubby little hands splashing around in the upstairs potty as Adam was standing there peeing into it. 35 minutes later we repeated the same scenario in the downstairs bathroom.

You may be asking yourself, Why are those children playing in the bathroom, don't they have anything better to do?

Lucky for us our kids have lots of toys. A ridiculous amount actually. I could literally start a daycare with the amount of toys in our downstairs play area and the boys bedroom closets.

But don't worry, they don't play with them!!!

Why would they want to when there are so many other options:

Jumping on the couches.

Asking for snacks.

jumping on their beds.

climbing on chairs.

Begging for snacks.

pushing kitchen chairs around.

run around and around the kitchen table.

Screaming for snacks.

laying on the kitchen floor while I cook so I can trip over them.

Opening kitchen drawers.

emptying the clothes from their dressers.

Turning the tv volume up to 47 with the remote they shouldn't have in their chubby little hands.

running back and forth across the room hitting the walls and screaming.

Insisting that if they don't get another snack this instant they will die right now.

And this just happened today!!

So now you may be thinking WOW if she paid any attention to her kids they wouldn't be doing that.

I may have to punch you in the face.

These are the things that happen when I turn my back to do dishes, laundry, make beds, vacuum, take my Prozac, play Angry Birds on my phone, or go to the bathroom.

All of these things are completely legit.

Besides I took them to the park for an hour today 

so shut up.

Thank heavens for Prozac. It keeps me...

 so I can have...

And if the Prozac isn't kicking in it's OK cuz my doctor told me that on hard days I could take two..

 

Thank heavens I have an unhealthy relationship with food. At least it comforts me.

I'm also learning to say NO more often. I think it's really going to help me..

 

And of course I have my girlfriends! You keep my sane, you know who you are!!

Not giving in to the snack requests between meals is really helping the kids eat all their dinner too!

 

Of course the reason I'm so amazing is because I'm so selfless..

and incredibly ambitious..

It's the little things that make all the difference..

 

Like having an established routine in place.

Of course, every day can't be as blissful as today was. I really am looking forward to tomorrow.

Go ahead, ask me if I'm happy.