Wanted: A Full Time Mom.

When Ryan and I were engaged, we talked about what we wanted out of our marriage; how to organize our money, what our roles in the marriage would be and how to raise our kids.  We BOTH wanted me to be a STAY AT HOME MOM.

What did I think consisted of being a STAY AT HOME MOM?

Honestly at the time I thought the job description for a STAY AT HOME MOM consisted of this:
ZERO hours of work
DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, WHENEVER YOU WANT
wear yoga pants

After we had Riley (about 1 year after we got married), my sweet deal DID pan out.  ONE baby allows a STAY AT HOME MOM to nap, watch tv, go shopping, have hours of the day to NOT do the laundry (cuz lets face it…I didn't do ANY housework when Ryan and I were first married)


NOW I have 3 children…and I no longer have the fabulous sweet deal of a STAY AT HOME MOM


I am a FULL TIME MOM

The fantasy of a STAY AT HOME MOM is just that…a fantasy.   

Today at 28, 3 kids, married…The stay at home mom job I thought I wanted, ended up being a FULL TIME MOM position that consisted of this job description:

168 hours per week

no sick days

no days off

must have a strong stomach for cleaning up vomit and poop

must have the patience of a saint

must have a nose of a blood hound to seek out lost sippy cups of milk, abandoned dirty diapers and pee spots

must be funny and clever but at the same time strict and mature

daily responsibilities will include: laundry, sweeping, vacuuming, dishes, diapering, baths, reading, scrubbing, yelling, singing, cooking and preparing up to 6 meals a day, buying household items and grocery while staying within family budget 

wear yoga pants

the list goes on…but why bore you with it 

 

So, as I was folding laundry last week, I started to crinkle my nose and rage started to build up in me.  I was thinking about the Mt. Killimanlaundry of clean clothes that was standing before me and the small landfill of dirty laundry behind me.  I asked myself…how does this laundry never get done?  Oh, yea thats right…I have a washing machine made for a hobbit and a husband the size of an Orc.  I again said to myself…there has to be a more efficient way.

Riley walked in the room right at the moment {baaaad timing on his part}  "mom, how about you make me a quesadilla?"

Talk about pulling the pin from the grenade.  My response…"How about you get your little rear-end over here and fold this laundry?"

"OK!" he said skip hopping over to the laundry

Not the response I was expecting…but I went with it.

Now you should know that for christmas, my husband got me the flip and fold.  Yes, we have that much laundry that I need an apparatus to assist in my folding.  Plus I had a Nazi dad who demanded things be folded properly and therefore I am now that Nazi. So I insist laundry (particularly t-shirts and towels) look perfect or I refold it.

So I piled up all the laundry that could be folded on the flip and fold and put it in front of Riley and said "get it done son."


well…he loved it

here is the video of his first time using the flip and fold and him being just a little cocky about his folding job :)

 

For a moment, as I watched Riley making piles of neatly folded clothes…I blacked out and got taken to a world where the children did all the house work and moms sat on their butts and drank margaritas all day long….but then I came to and realized I still had laundry to WASH.

Do I wish I could pass SOME days off to a nanny…?  YES
Do I wish I was a working mom...? NO


I wouldn't give this gig up for anything…I love being with my babes, I love wearing yoga pants…plus after 4 years, I am way to good at being a FULL TIME MOM




or MAID…whatever, it's the same thing.