For me, a stay-at-home mom with an adorable child that is great at pretending to be well-behaved, the grass doesn’t look much greener on the other — the working mom — side. In fact, the grass on the other side looks the same way I feel after I’ve worked really hard all day — a little dead and generally unappealing. No offense. Let me elaborate.
I have so much respect for working moms — really, I do. You guys (gals?) do everything a stay-at-home mom does and then you work a full-time job outside the home on top of it. You are unstoppable. You are made of powerful stuff. You’re the commander of your home front and the business world, and I admire you so much.
But I’m not ready to join your ranks just yet. I’m not finished milking the remaining goodness from my time as a SAHM, OK? I need a little more time to catch up on laundry — just kidding, that’s clearly impossible — and make my own natural cleaning products from blogs I find on late-night Pinterest binges. What does that even mean? And why do I have time for it?
I’d like to stay home a little while longer so I can finally reorganize my daughter’s room and learn how to make a delicious cake in a slow cooker. Or make a delicious cake, period. I also deeply enjoy my current sleep schedule, which isn’t very scheduled at all, thanks to the whole “I don’t have a job outside the home” thing.
I’ll be at home a little while longer while I finish my degree. I’m still completing my bachelor’s degree online, which is a lot easier to do when you can study without your boss interrupting you every 30 minutes like they tend to do in the working world. Instead, the interruptions come from your child, which is sort of like your boss, except sometimes meaner and completely dependent on you for meals and shelter. And also capable of needing your help in the bathroom during your timed exam that counts for 5000 percent of your grade.
Even though the stay-at-home situation isn’t ideal for everyone, I’m in love with it. I can feel myself blossoming and transforming into a domestic goddess (did I tell you I finally got a slow cooker?) and I like what I see.
Call me June Cleaver.
Stay-at-home moms may have it easier than working moms, but the work we do is respectable, at the least. Our patience is limbered up because of our daily exposure to misbehavior and we are often capable of handling a room full of even the unruliest children.
I said capable, not willing. There’s no rush to head off to the big, scary, naptime-less real world just yet, right? Right.
(Editor’s Note: Debra Carpenter is a novice mother, wife and college student. She is also a syndicated columnist whose work is published in several Tennessee newspapers. She writes about the parts of parenthood you didn’t expect when you were expecting. Like the fan page at Facebook.com/MotherInterrupted or visit the website at MotherInterrupted.com.)