Yesterday I jumped out of the shower and then dried myself off with a face towel. My. Entire. Body. Then I found a (wrapped) granola bar on the floor and ate it for breakfast. Then I caught up on emails, did work for three hours, and cleaned the kitchen. Then I made lunch, edited an 8th grade English paper, put away three baskets of laundry, washed two more baskets, picked up two of my teenagers friends whose mother had gone out of town for an emergency, fed everyone dinner, washed dishes, gave the little one a bath, picked my husband up from work, and folded more laundry, and ended my day writing more emails. Every day is like this — with just a few variations on the chores, the food, the pickups. But one thing is the same: I am always busy.
This past weekend some ass had the nerve to say to me: “It’s not like you have to get up and go to work in the morning.” He added: “I’d love to stay at home with my kids instead of working all day.”
I was annoyed, but didn’t have the energy to give him the response I wanted to. He actually didn’t deserve the energy it would have taken for me to rip his head off, so I left it alone. But here I am — three days later — still annoyed with his comments.
What I wanted to say was this: Do what I do — I dare you to give it a whirl. I don’t just do motherhood — I am good at it. My children aren’t just getting by, they excel. I don’t just feed them — I make sure they are eating balanced and nutritious meals. I help with homework, I know their friends, I volunteer at their schools, I spend time getting to know them as people. I don’t just work — I created my own business. I am passionate about it, I put my heart and soul into it. I don’t just collect a paycheck, I make myself valuable to my clients and work on their projects as if their business is my own. I’m not just a wife — I’m a friend, a partner, a schedule maker, a cheerleader, a taxi driver, a lover, a sister, a daughter. I put my needs last — and my family’s first — and will until my children are grown and have thriving families of their own. And even then — I will probably put their children’s needs before my own.
Instead I nodded my head, smiled and said, “Please let me know when you would like to give that a try — I’d love to see you do what I do.”
What is your response when/if people say these types of comments to you about being a stay at home mom?