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My husband and I have two children. One of each brand. Cailyn is 3 and William is almost 2. I spend my days cleaning up messes, playing dress-up, prince and princess, and hopefully doing my children a service by teaching them some manners and virtues.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Two reasons

Our kids. These are the two reasons I chose to be a stay-at-home mom. When Cailyn was born I knew I had to go back to work and for the first 4 weeks after her birth I was ok with that. The next four weeks I tried to figure out a way to get out of it. The more I sat on the idea of taking my tiny 8-week-old baby to strangers for her primary care, the more I hated the idea. I cried the entire first week back at work. Then we found out when Cailyn turned one that I was pregnant again. This time William. I knew that there was no way I could get two children ready for daycare and myself. Work all day long and then bring them home to the hectic evening of dinner, cleaning, bath and bedtime. Only to do the whole thing over again. I begged Steven to give me a chance at it and almost two years ago we finally came to an agreement. We would give it a shot. The whole stay-at-home mom thing would be given a chance. If it didn't work after a few months then I would go back to work and see how that played out. Almost two years now I've been a stay at home mom and although I haven't LOVED every moment, I love most of the moments. 99% of them to be exact. I fought so hard to be able to stay home with our kids that for a long time I couldn't bring myself to complain to anyone let alone Steven whose response (recently) would be "You wanted to stay home...you chose this." Then one day I spoke to a very bright lady with much more wisdom than I had/have and she asked me how it was going. I finally responded honestly instead of the usual smile-pasted-on-through-exhausted-eyes "It's going GREAT!". I told her I have good days and bad days. It was definitely a lot harder than I thought it would be. To which she responded, "Oh honey, that's with anything you do. That's life." I feel like at that moment a light bulb came on. "It's ok to have bad days." Heck, it's even ok to have bad days WITH your kids. Since then I've realized that it's ok to admit that I don't have it all together and that some days I yell. Some days the kids eat lunchables: for breakfast. It's ok. Whatever you do there are bad days. Whether you work at home or out of the home.  Regardless of your decision to stay home,  work out of the home or work part-time inside the home, you should have more good days than bad. Because of these two crazies I have more good days than bad.

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