Sticks and Stones might break my bones but names (
and your nasty comments) won’t hurt me. I try really hard to always remember that when I go about my business. Sometimes its easier said than done. Like many I don’t allow what negative things people have to say bring me down or somehow think their twisted comments define who I am.
Today I did and I allowed myself to get on the defensive and justify my actions and myself. I started swinging with every ball they tried to strike me out with. I feel like I hit their comments out of the park. After it was all said and done, I couldn’t help but think they really don’t get it nor will they.
This is really ironic, because I use to think that way when I worked in the corporate world. Nothing in my mind was greater, and if you stayed at home you had an easy job. I would wake up in the morning get the kids ready, drop them off at daycare. Do my hair, do my makeup and feel fabulous as I slipped on my designer suit and put on my fancy heels. Talked with other like minded people and put one foot in front of the other trying to climb that never ending corporate ladder.
When my position at the corporate job was relocating to Texas my partner stated I should try to move out of state to where he was located than to Texas. So that was the start of my new journey and where my focus turned. No longer working, staying at home trying to figure out how I could move across the Country with two boys and how to do it.
Four years later ( a total of five), I am still in the same state literally and figuratively. I stay at home with not two but three little boys, going to school, being the CEO of my household and doing it as a single mom.
I have had other moms say it’s hard and they understand. The only difference is I don’t have a husband that comes home. Now I am not saying that when their husband comes home they just dump the kids at their feet. I am saying they at least get companionship. To have a helper, one who encourages, one who is there for you spiritually, physically, and emotionally. One who does work with you to build the foundation and like a balance beam, give and take. Reciprocation. You can go and “run away” for a few hours with out your whole crew, you do have the luxuries to get your nails and hair done, go shopping, spend a few hours with your girlfriends. I get that rarely. My family and friends have blessed me by always being there, however I don’t like to always ask or count on them because really it’s not their responsibility to give me a break.
I don’t want to sound like I am complaining and it might seem like I am. I am not complaining, I am blessed by my situation and I cherish the fact that I am with my boys.
It just bothers me when I get the statements about how I could be overwhelmed when all I do is go to school for a couple of hours and stay home with my boys.
So since the Nanny quit and the Maid is MIA, I love my new roles ` SAHM – CEO of my household, Chuffer, Nurse, Therapist, Maid, private Chef, Referee, dishwasher. Some simple things I do enjoy, A chilled juice box in the sandbox on a warm summer day, watching movies with my crew with M&M’s mixed with popcorn, taking my boys to baseball, soccer, AWANA, Church, and many other activities they do. I love sitting down together for breakfast, dinner and talking about our day, praying with them as we share all our blessings. Getting kisses and thank you’s after the many meltdowns. If I am lucky I get a whole five minutes to take a shower at the end of the day and actually get to blow dry my hair without any interruptions. It’s a good day when I can blow dry my hair and no one comes in screaming that they have a splitting lip, someone who punched the other one too hard, spilling juice all over the floor, or just coming by to find me and asking where I went for five minutes and if I was ok.
One day I will look back on all of this when my boys are grown and cherish these memories (I do cherish them now). Although they are sometimes hectic and overwhelming, this precious time with my boys is a huge blessing. The glamorous life of juice boxes, band-aids, Chuck E Cheese, mac n cheese, will have to do for now because the Maid quit and the Nanny is MIA.