“Poor, but happy”

Since I have virtually no readership, this post is unlikely to draw the wrath of any Stay-at-home moms (SAHMs). However, if I actually had a platform, rotten tomatoes might be lobbed at my head. I have lots of friends and even some relatives who are SAHMs. My daughter used to spend 2 days per week with a wonderful SAHM who treated my Baby Girl as her own. Heck, I was raised by a very good SAHM. I have nothing against them. If truth be told, I am a little jealous. Not because it is an easy job–my 6 weeks of maternity leave demonstrated that quite well–but because it is a rewarding job. Motherhood can be very fulfilling. So, this isn’t a tirade against SAHMs. Nope, it’s a different tirade altogether. It’s about whiney/judge-y SAHMs.

I see Facebook posts all the time from SAHMs who say cliche things like “We are poor, but happy!” or “I don’t know how a mother can stand to work and be away from her children!” “Couldn’t imagine being anything but a stay-at-home mommy with my angels. So Blessed!!!” (Side Note: Such messages always say “mommy” not “mom.”) (another side note: Most of the ones I know are college educated SAHMs) So, after reading this “poor, but happy” and “blessed” posts, I am of course, annoyed. But, I have also noticed that these same “friends” or “friends of friends” are active posters. So, I usually just wait, because inevitably these sappy/judgmental/humble-brag posts are always followed with ones along these lines: griping and moaning about outgrowing their car, the tires of the minivan needing replaced, the water heater exploding, not having enough money to go on vacation, and on and on the list goes. I get it, s**t happens and we like to whine about it on Facebook. BUT, don’t say you are “poor, but happy” or make judgey statements about other moms who are not happy being poor or who choose to work because they probably would go insane if they were home all day every day with their “angels.”

Being a mom is tough. Being a SAHM is tough–little social life, tight income, difficulty having an identity apart from your children. It’s a sacrifice to choose to stay at home. However, some moms, choose to keep on with their careers. That choice is a complicated one too. As a working mom there are tough things–not enough time to enjoy your children, not being their for certain milestones, endless list of home chores combined with an endless list of work tasks, watching your child’s face light up as much or more when they see their babysitter than they do when they see you. I work because I enjoy it (most days) and because I do NOT like being poor. I would imagine if we could maintain our current lifestyle with me being a SAHM, I might make that choice. Maybe. It’s complicated.

All I am saying is, I am NOT going to feel sorry for you when you whine about your husband working 60+ hours a week and never being home. I am NOT going to feel sorry for you when you cannot afford to replace your 10 year old minivan. I am NOT going to feel sorry for you when you cannot afford to go a vacation and you make snarky comments on all of my vacation photos. Choosing to stay at home or have a career is a deeply personal choice. If you are poor, but happy. Good for you! You are a better, less materialistic person than me.

But, I’m not going to make donations to your new minivan fund.


Who I Wish I Were

Most days I wish to be a better version of myself than I am. This carries over into every aspect of my life. I wish I were a person who worked out as a habit. I’m not. I wish I were the “fun parent” in our house. I’m not. I wish I were an employee who was a model of productivity. I’m not. A few months ago was inspired to try to David Allen’s “Getting Things Done.” But, I found that I was entirely to busy to actually read the book. It is now sitting in my right-hand, top desk drawer, all bright, shiny, and new. I’d sell it on eBay, except that takes time.

When life gets busy and hectic, the thing that suffers most is my health and time with my husband and daughter. I really don’t think work is more important in theory, but in reality, I make it more important. I want to grow my practice and improve my skills, but I do not want to do it at the expense of my personal relationships. I got the news this week that the daughter of some of our friends was diagnosed with an extremely rare genetic condition. She was born one week before Baby Girl and they now have gotten the news that she most likely will never make it to her teenage years.

Things like that put life into perspective. Work is important, but health and family are more important. I decided this week (Monday to be exact) that instead of wishing I were more fit and healthier, that I have to MAKE IT HAPPEN. Let’s face it, I ain’t get any younger. The best years of my metabolism are gone. I need to take care of my health and I have to be the one who does it. Also, I am the one who determines what my relationship with Baby Girl ultimately becomes. So, I have resolved to make sure that I have time to play with Baby Girl every evening.

Since Monday, I have eaten healthier, but I still have to find the time to squeeze in some exercise. Play time, that has happened. Baby girl and I giggled and tickled and read books last night. I can do this. I can take my life from wishes to reality. As I always say, even if you don’t win every battle, keep fighting the war!

Having a Baby Makes You Go Bald

In case you think I am talking about the metaphorical “pull your hair out” over kids, I am not.  I am talking about real, post-partum hair loss.  It’s kind of funny.  But mostly it’s not.

I’m Not Actually Going Bald…

But I am losing gobs and gobs of hair.  My luscious locks of pregnancy are long gone.  A mere 3 months ago, my hair was still so thick and shiny from all of the  residual pregnancy hormones.  When I got my hair cut about 2 months after giving birth, my stylist could not believe how much my hair had grown during pregnancy.  That all changed about a month later.  The loss started slowly.  Then all of a sudden, it seemed like a wookie had died in my shower every time I washed my hair.  My husband, who already thinks women have a mission to clog up the shower after every use, started complaining that his toes were collecting massive amounts of hair every time he walked into the bathroom where I fix my hair every morning. 

One afternoon last week, I pulled my hair into a ponytail to go running and was horrified to see that my left and right temples were thinning.  Like, obvious hair loss.  Henry confirmed that I did, indeed, have an almost bald patch, slightly bigger than a golf ball, at both temples.  He then proceeded to assure but then assured me he would love me even if I went bald.  “In fact,” he says, “there was an old guy when I was a teenager who always told me to marry a bald woman because she’s unlikely to cheat on you.” 

He thinks he’s so funny.

People tell me to look on the bright side–my hair should return to normal within 6-12 months after giving birth.  That’s a long, freakin’ time.  Here’s to hoping I’m not in a wig by then.

Bored House Husband

The title is a little tongue-in-cheek, because Henry actually has a full-time job. He is a nurse and works three 12-hour shifts per week.  On his two days off, he stays home with our infant daughter.  He is a very good father.  Very attentive and playful.  She lights up when he talks to her and she giggles when he plays with her.  I’m so thankful for how much he loves her and how he does not mind spending time with her.  Now the big “But.” 

What the Heck Does He Do All Day?

I know, I know, that is the phrase that stay-at-home moms everywhere despise. I, too, think that usually when someone says this to SAHMs, it is in a hateful, accusing way.  And, well, I guess I am sort of doing that too with this post. But seriously.  Our daugther is not even 5 months old.  She takes 2-3 naps a day.  I mean, she is asleep at least 3 of the 9 hours he is home with her, yet when I come home from a 9-hour day, the house is a wreck.  Like, not a dish has been put in the dishwasher, the dog is out of food, the floors need vacuuming, the bathroom looks like a teenage boy lives with us, the bed is unmade, and I could go on. 

I KNOW kids are busy.  I was home with Baby Girl for 6 weeks full-time and 2 weeks part-time after she was born.  I have been home sick with her 2 times.  Kids are freakin’ time-suckers.  However, I still got something done during the day every day that I was home with her.  It’s not like some SAHMs that have a baby and a couple of toddlers.  We have one kid.  She naps.  It takes like 15 minutes to load the dishwasher. It bugs the poop out of me that he can’t fold laundry while Baby Girl plays on her play mat, or in her bouncy seat, or swings, or jumps in her jumpy thing. I nagged him about it for the first few weeks, but it always just caused hurt feelings. He would apologize, then it would happen again.  It’s so not worth the mental energy.  So, now, I just grit my teeth, hide my feelings, and do what I can when I get home. 

Henry and I are so in-sync with so many things, but cleaning is not one of them. If I leave him a list, he tries harder, but I feel like I’m mothering him.  I want us to be partners, not me bossing him. I feel like our household has really have not gotten so far away from the 1950’s.  I work 45-50 hours per week and still come home and do laundry, cook, clean, pay all the bills, etc.  Henry works 36-42 hours per week, takes care of the yard work, cuts wood (in the winter only), and is a stay-at-home-dad 2 days per week. He feels like the load is evenly shared because most of the time, if I start a task, he will assist or at least offer to help.  However, for the most part,  I do all of the cooking, cleaning, and laundry.  These are every day tasks.  Yard work is like 2x per month.  Additionally, Baby Girl is pretty much my sole responsibility on the weekends while he hunts or fishes. (we watch football together, so I can’t say he is lazy and sits around watching football while I do housework.)

I’m making him sound like a jerk, and he really is not.  When I have addressed these things in the recent past, he always apologizes and says he will try harder.  When I come home from work, he gets in the kitchen with me and helps me cook, load the dishwasher, fold the laundry, etc.  It just seems he CANNOT do these tasks alone. So, I end up working from dawn until bed time.  I still don’t know what he does during the day. I can’t understand it, so I judge and rant. 🙂

Babies Aren’t What They Used to Be

I’ve been thinking about children a lot lately.  Probably because I have a 4 month old and she requires lots and lots of time and attention.  🙂 My life has changed very drastically since she was born, so obviously, I think about kids a lot.  Erica over at Newlyweds on a Budget recently posted about babies.  The discussion that ensued in the comments was very fascinating to me.  Also, HS over at Our Debt Blog posted a somewhat humorous view of staying home with a baby.  Although HS is notorious for writing from a tongue-in-cheek perspective (many of his readers call him selfish), his observations of being home with an infant were fairly accurate.

More Modern Couples Question Whether they Even Want to be Parents

My parents’ generation did not really question whether they would or would not have children.  If you got married, you had kids.  Unless you couldn’t and then you wanted to have kids.  It is rare to meet a married person in their 50’s or 60’s who did not produce one or more offspring.  However, this line of thinking has changed drastically.  Maybe it goes hand-in-hand with people getting married at older ages so they are smarter about their procreation choices.

I do not feel that there is a right or a wrong view on whether or not a person/couple should have children.  For me and my husband, it was right.  However, 5 years ago, I would have told you I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to have kids.  As a teenager, I would have emphatically said “no way” to kids.  But then, as a teenager, I never wanted to get married and I certainly did not stay single.

Having kids is both a sacrifice and a gift.  It’s hard to describe.  There are many days I want to just go home and crash, veg out, do nothing.  With a kid, that’s impossible.  There is always SOMETHING to do.  Yet, I love Baby Girl with all my heart and it makes me horribly sad when I have to be away for longer than expected.  I love making her smile and I love spending time with her.  However, I realize the sacrifices of having children.  It is still very fresh on my mind what life was like before children.  I had so much more free time.  I don’t think I fully appreciated how much free time I had.  To all of you out there who are planning to have children, enjoy that free time.  If you want to go to a local park and read a book–do it!  If you want to go to a local museum that just opened up–do it!  It’s not as much fun with an infant, trust me. 🙂

Do We Celebrate our Offspring More Today?

Another aspect that amuses me about modern couples and their kids is that they (we?) tend to celebrate our kids a great deal.  There are are endless expenses that our parents certainly did not indulge in.  For instance, my daughter had her first photo shoot at 9 days old.  Yep, a photo shoot.  Changes of outfits, different poses, different props.  Then again at 3 months, she had another.  I will tell you, she has more photo sessions scheduled for 6 months, 9 months, and 12 months.  When I visit my parents’ house, I am lucky to find a few, faded snapshots of myself as a baby.  I think my first professional photo was taken around 9 months, and it included my 2 older brothers. 

If you want to see celebrations of kids taken to the extreme, you have to look no further than celebrities.  Jay-Z and Beyonce’s baby Blue comes to mind.  I can remember a time when Hollywood’s couples didn’t have children or waited until they were 40+ because having children wasn’t looked upon as a blessing.  Now, one of the hottest couples alive (in my personal opinion) has SIX children

There’s really no point to this article, it’s just an observation of mine.  It seems like having kids has just changed in some hard-to-desribe way.  Maybe the change is really in my perspective.  What do you think?

Life Lately

Life is good right now.  Not like vacation-on-the-beach-in-Tahiti good, but good.  I have found new arrangements for Baby Girl that are making my life a lot easier.  Today she started her first day in the “new place.”  I found a stay at home mom of a 10-month old girl that lives 8 min. from my office.  I feel like the stars have aligned. haha!  Now I may even have time to exercise again.  Yay!  Can’t lose the mommy tummy if I’m not hitting the gym, and Lord knows I have not been for the past 3 weeks.  Ugh.

Anyway, football season has also started.  I love me some football.  Especially college ball.  Henry and I are avid fans and dutiful tailgaters, so Fall is a fun season for us.  He is also a big deer hunter, so he LOVES Fall.  That’s about all that has been happening in our neck of the woods.

Gratitude Instead of Attitude

Today’s commute was so much better.  At my husband’s suggestion, I took a different route from MIL’s house to work.   It shaved off 15-20 min. and I think it would have saved even more time if there had not been an accident on the highway.  Henry would take Baby Girl to MIL’s house, but he has to leave for work at 5:00am most mornings, and he would have to leave at 4:00am if he took her.  That is not sustainable for anyone who wants to say awake past 7:30pm. 

Yesterday I was stressed out, worried, and wondering how the heck I was going to be able to take Baby Girl to MIL’s house every day.  I was scrambling for ideas of who I could leave her with.  I know from co-worker’s that daycares in this area are BOOKED and if you want in, you have apply while the child is still in utero.  I’m so glad today went better.  I know now that I can do this 3 days per week without too much hassle.  Sure, it’s inconvenient, but Baby Girl is in great hands.  I’m hoping that being at MIL’s house, and being only around 2 other babies, that she will not get sick as frequently as some of my friends’ kids who are in daycares.  Probably not, but here’s to hoping.  🙂

I also realized last night that I needed to be grateful and thankful for so many things.  Here are just a few of those things:

1. We have a beautiful Baby Girl that needs to be cared for.

2. Henry and I have  jobs that we love (most days) that requires someone else to care for our child.

3. We have wonderful family members nearby (comparatively) who are willing to take care of Baby Girl.  Many of my friends do not have family close and don’t have that option.

4.  Henry picked up Baby Girl from MIL’s house so I could stay a little later at work to make up for my very late arrival.  It also gave me time to get home and clean up the kitchen and prop my feet up for a few minutes before they arrived home.  He’s a sweet and thoughtful man.

So, I’m done with whining…for now.