Anyone who says that stay-at-home moms don't "work" obviously has never been a stay-at-home mom. For starters, "stay-at-home" does not literally mean "stays-at-home all day." This past week, I have run from one errand to the next appointment to the next commitment day after day.
Whether it's making a little extra pocket money by doing a consumer food test, going to my mom's house to pull weeds and work so that she'll help me out next week (working together is so much more fun!), or heading to church (I've been there twice this week, not including Sunday), I've actually had very little time to just stay at home and even less time to put my feet up and do nothing.
After coming home from these "events," I have to make dinner for my family, feed Natalie, put her to bed, and then clean up so that I can do it all again the next day. Before them, I need to run laundry, pack a few boxes, and scrub my bathrooms. Throw in ordering books for my sister and proof-reading a seven page paper for my brother's modern lit class. And answering my youngest sister's play-by-play texts about American Idol (which I wasn't watching because I was at church) after it was over.
Right now, I have a double batch of cupcakes to make so that we can drive two hours to New Jersey tomorrow for a family event. I am so tired at this very moment that I decided to sit for a few minutes and enjoy my decaf (regular would help the headache brought on by my lack of sleep, but that would only contribute to further lack of sleep via Natalie later tonight). Through all of this, I have a super-busy, ever-moving ten month old to tend and watch.
Last night I was reminded that being so busy is both a difficult thing and a blessing--and that I should be thankful for all that God has placed in my hands to do. I am exhausted. However, that little bit of perspective helped change my attitude just a little. Instead of longing for a little respite (which won't come this weekend because we have lots of plans--including going grocery shopping at 6 AM on Saturday morning to save lots of money), I am trying to thank God for entrusting me with so much. Interestingly, the things that He has given me to do this week are all things that I really, really enjoy--so instead of griping for how many things that I have to do, I am attempting to remember that the only unpleasant "duty" of the week was the cat box . . . and cleaning up the cat vomit all over the house today. I've gotten to eat, cook, spend time with my mom, shop, edit, hang out with friends, bake . . . Who wouldn't want to be me?
Whether it's making a little extra pocket money by doing a consumer food test, going to my mom's house to pull weeds and work so that she'll help me out next week (working together is so much more fun!), or heading to church (I've been there twice this week, not including Sunday), I've actually had very little time to just stay at home and even less time to put my feet up and do nothing.
After coming home from these "events," I have to make dinner for my family, feed Natalie, put her to bed, and then clean up so that I can do it all again the next day. Before them, I need to run laundry, pack a few boxes, and scrub my bathrooms. Throw in ordering books for my sister and proof-reading a seven page paper for my brother's modern lit class. And answering my youngest sister's play-by-play texts about American Idol (which I wasn't watching because I was at church) after it was over.
Right now, I have a double batch of cupcakes to make so that we can drive two hours to New Jersey tomorrow for a family event. I am so tired at this very moment that I decided to sit for a few minutes and enjoy my decaf (regular would help the headache brought on by my lack of sleep, but that would only contribute to further lack of sleep via Natalie later tonight). Through all of this, I have a super-busy, ever-moving ten month old to tend and watch.
Last night I was reminded that being so busy is both a difficult thing and a blessing--and that I should be thankful for all that God has placed in my hands to do. I am exhausted. However, that little bit of perspective helped change my attitude just a little. Instead of longing for a little respite (which won't come this weekend because we have lots of plans--including going grocery shopping at 6 AM on Saturday morning to save lots of money), I am trying to thank God for entrusting me with so much. Interestingly, the things that He has given me to do this week are all things that I really, really enjoy--so instead of griping for how many things that I have to do, I am attempting to remember that the only unpleasant "duty" of the week was the cat box . . . and cleaning up the cat vomit all over the house today. I've gotten to eat, cook, spend time with my mom, shop, edit, hang out with friends, bake . . . Who wouldn't want to be me?
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