I’m going to say the thing I’m not supposed to say…being a stay at home mom sucks. Of course not always, but definitely sometimes.
As a stay at home mom (SAHM), I think it’s very common to feel like we shouldn’t complain. We’re supposed to feel lucky. There are so many moms out there who wish they could be stay at home moms so I’m supposed to pretend every day at home is magical. Of course most days at home with my boys are great. I am very grateful that I get to spend so much time with my kids. We get to read books, go on walks, play at parks and do plenty of other fun things together.
I feel like I’m not supposed to complain or talk about how some days are a serious struggle. Since I choose to stay home, I feel like I shouldn’t. It’s almost like an unspoken expectation from society of stay at home moms.
But can I be honest? This stay at home mom shit is hard. Some days I’m up with the baby at 5:30 in the morning and then our day runs until 7:30 at night. Sometimes I’m really lucky and can synch up nap times and get 30 minutes to myself during the day. Otherwise, I go for over 12 hours. I use the bathroom, shower, and do everything and anything else with 2 little humans following me. I share every bite of food, wipe noses and tears, wash dishes and fold laundry with two little boys hanging off of me. I argue with a toddler about brushing teeth, not peeing in the front yard, and explain more times than I know that we DO NOT go fishing for little brothers. My days become a blur of dishes, diapers, vacuuming, and boogers.
I don’t get mandated breaks, or lunch times. I don’t get any praise or recognition for keeping two little humans alive all day every day.
Being a stay at home mom means my needs are often put last, and I’m exhausted and covered in someone elses bodily fluids at the end of the day. But that’s okay, because my babies won’t be babies forever. One day, they won’t need me as much.
So for now, I wake up every single day and get thrown right back into it. Some days are harder than others. Some days I call my husband crying because no one will nap and I’m afraid I’m going to snap. Some days are great and I miss my babies as soon as they go to bed. The good days are so sweet. We spend these days laughing, playing, learning and growing together.
The good days most definitely outweigh the bad. I am very grateful that my husband works as hard as he does so I can be with our kids so much. Like with any job, there are good days, and bad days, and just because I acknowledge the bad, doesn’t mean I’m not thankful, it just means I’m human.