I'll be honest. Writing is HARD when you're a stay home mom. I didn't think it would be. I figured I could crank out about 3 or 4 really wonderful pieces of literary blog awesomeness every day. Truth is it was easier to write every day when I had a job. For starters I got "breaks". Those breaks included walking over to the cafeteria and getting a very large Diet Coke and hitting the vending machine for a B-7 - a Butterfinger. It was heavenly, and not so healthy, but it kept a smile on my face. So while eating a candy bar and drinking a Diet Coke I could write about the one or two funny things the kids did between the hours of 5:30 pm and 6:30 am.
Staying home differs in several key ways. The Diet Coke always runs out. There's never enough Diet Coke. My kids are Diet Coke junkies too so hiding it becomes an issue. And there's never any vending machines here with B-7 waiting for me. There are few "breaks". And those "breaks" are when I might get to take a shower without someone running in (the bathroom door doesn't lock very well) and asking for food, friends, or demanding justice/wrath on the sibling. It's not that staying home is particularly difficult work wise. It is very challenging time-management wise. I attribute that to us being on no man's schedule. So we wake up each day with endless possibilities; bike ride, pool, make cookies, see friends, watch movie... but then we have to work the chores in as well. So we try to cram as much stuff as we can in before 5:30 pm when dinner must be started. Staying home is freeing (except financially, because there's the other catch) but it's very busy. All stuff we choose to do, but busy none the less.
Also, while the kids still do and say amazing things it doesn't just happen once in the evening. I have them all day. Funny and interesting and amazing sling at me all day long. It's hard to catalogue their stuff.
School starts in two weeks. And I've added some additional fun things to my plate for the year. Yes, occasionally in our family I - the mom - do things. I just get overshadowed by the hubby, the kids, the pets even. I can prove it:
It's not a lot of stuff, but you add in soccer practices for Will, soccer games for Will, ballet/tap for Gigi, homework, housework, and Chris' increasing travel schedule and I'm right back to being a busy non-busy person. I'm really excited to get things started up next week when our summer hits its last week, but I will miss the days of cleaning up the house quickly, putting on swimsuits and sunscreen and heading to the pool with the kids. I'll miss catching them playing so wonderfully together with Legos. I'll miss hearing them laugh at something the two of them are doing. I'll miss the sights of older brother reading to little sister. Not that they're angels, but they're mine and soon I have to start sharing them with coaches, teachers, and friends.