I get the question a lot, “what will you do about work?”. A lot. Mostly from people who know my personality. From people who know that I returned to work around the 15 month mark with our first two boys. People who, I think, may have listened to my venting regarding all things SAHM {Stay At Home Mom}.
I never have a good answer. An answer to the question about work. The truth is, I just don’t know. Because I really liked having an outside of the home career. But I also really feel compelled and drawn to being home during these stages. The only thing I know for certain, right now, is that working a full-time-at-the-office-9-to-5-gig is not something I have my sights on for the present day. Because there are a lot of pros to having a flexible schedule with children. I have had the opportunity, since having children, to work part-time outside of the house. I have had the opportunity to stay at home full-time. I’ve even attempted some work from home gigs that didn’t pay enough for childcare… those were a bust. We learned that in this house, childcare is a must for my children if I am going to be a productive worker. The reality is, when it comes to work and children, for me, there’s no perfect arrangement. I know… shocking discovery!
But staying home full-time is a huge challenge to me. Gosh. I feel like I’ve talked about this topic a lot in the 6 years I’ve dealt with the work/life balance of motherhood. But staying home has been a lesson in patience, and self-motivation, and introspection, and learning to give up any illusions of control. For me, it is definitely still work. But as I said to a friend recently, in my eyes, it is 80% beautiful. 20% not. But the biggest drawback… some days, that 20% is all you remember.
You remember, when you lay your head down for the night, that you walked away from your child who was running after you, up the hill, screaming because you wouldn’t carry him. The plasma car. And the baby. All at once.
You remember that you attempted to fold the mountain of laundry thirteen times before you finally gave up.
You remember that you counted down the last 36 minutes before nap time instead of being thankful to have that time with them.
You remember the 87 moments where you let out a deep sigh of frustration because 2, or 4, or 6 little hands needed your help right away. Or wanted the prime real estate spot, upon your hip.
You remember sitting down during nap time and thinking Am I making this harder than it needs to be.
You remember that you didn’t eat lunch because the baby threw his all over the floor and wanted out of the high chair ASAP.
You remember texting your husband and telling him this is the worst day we’ve had in a long time.
You remember thinking when you woke up this morning, that you were going to get it right today.
And then you wonder if you ever will.
That’s the 20%. The 20% that has your body tired by the time your husband walks in from work. The 20% that has you texting your girlfriends jokes about day drinking. The 20% that has you up-to-date on social media happenings. The 20% that makes you certain your house will never be clean, even though you feel like that’s supposed to be your job. And the 20% that makes you feel lonely, even though you are surrounded by people, all the time. There’s 20% that makes you feel like you totally are the worst mother ever in existence {Okay. Maybe that’s only 2%. But it’s there}. And there’s the 20% that makes you feel like the weekends are really just another weekday.
So why stay home? If it’s so exhausting?
And three kids under 5, well… Let’s just say it’s redefining exhaustion a bit for me these days.
But as moms, it’s all a bit exhausting, right?
So I stay home, right now, because of the 80%. The 80% of the time that, in your end-of-the-day-memory feels like 20% of the time. The moments of your day that can’t even put into words because there are too many to count. The times where it’s all clicking. Where you’re laughing. And dancing. And being silly. And eating snacks. And counting your little piggies. Or driving around playing I Spy. Where you’re playing Little People and the baby is smiling and the middlest is laughing and your heart is beating louder to remind you that they make your heart feel full. The times where you decide spontaneously that cookies are in order and you wreck the kitchen with flour and you don’t care because those cookies were so worth it.
The moments where you can run errands that you need to in an empty-ish store, and your children are somewhat okay with being schlepped along. The 80% includes getting to wear pajamas all day when no one has school. And getting random masterpieces of art bestowed upon you with millions of XOXOs on them, all day long. It includes getting to sit at the breakfast table with them every morning and drink your coffee while they chat. It’s getting to be at home when the kids get home from school, and talk about their days. In the 80% is getting to take family vacations without planning around two schedules.
It includes the times where you can decide that fresh air is in order on the unseasonably beautiful day and head out for a walk. Or a park outing. Or just swinging in the back.
The 80% of moments that you are happy to not have to worry about who will stay home on a sick day. Or how the baby will get to the doctor. Or how dinner will happen. The times where you don’t know how you’d do it any other way.
The hard stuff… man… it really is harder than any other gig I’ve had. And gosh, if ever there were a day where the two percentages felt reversed, today was that day. Because I just can’t emotionally separate myself from it. I just can’t power down. And it’s days like today where every time someone tells me you are so lucky or cherish every minute, I sort of feel like I’m failing. Because they are saying that they really want to stay home and I’m over here, focused on the 20%. And I wonder if they know about the 20%. Or if they would just live in a constant state of contentment with being home and couldn’t imagine any alternate scenario. But then I write about it, and I am almost certain that for me, currently, I couldn’t imagine any alternate scenario. And I noodle on that for a bit.
Tonight, I will go to bed not with the images from the worst day {behaviorally} we have had in a long time flashing in my mind but rather the thought of this… moments that I am never short on experiencing when at home with these boys. Moments that are in the 80%. The really good stuff. The really lovely paycheck. The times that I don’t know if I could live without right now. And tomorrow, I will wake up focused on the 80%.
This. All of this. Is staying home. Just like working full-time or part-time or from home… staying home has its pros and cons. Its 80% and its 20%. And I don’t know that any of us have found that perfect answer.
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