My Life As A Stay At Home Mom.
I had a brief moment of delusion at the beginning of last week, when I actually thought that my husband might stay home from work for a few days and take care of the kids so that I could get at least a little bit of writing in while Rosa is on vacation. But the moment quickly passed after I suggested the idea to my husband, whose response was a brusque, “yeah right.” Why is it, I asked him, that you automatically assume that I will be the one to stay home with the kids and miss work? And why is it that just because I work from home, my work is deemed less important? Because I make more money, he answered, and because it is less important. To which I had no good answer, because he does make more money, and because I guess it might be true that me making up a story that I haven’t even sold yet is probably not quite as important as being responsible for an entire company. Fine. Touché.
And so, given my low-paying, less important job, I decided to embark upon a little experiment. Despite being given the numbers of several housekeepers, nannies, and babysitters who could work a few days here and there in Rosa’s absence, I declined them all and decided to see what it is really like to be a stay-at-home mom, if only for two weeks. And not a fake, LA, stay-at-home mom, who doesn’t work but still has a full-time nanny and someone who comes twice a week to clean the house and do laundry. No, this was to be the real deal; kids, cooking, housework and all. I wanted to spend some time on the other side of the mommy wars so that I could see for myself what all of the fuss is about. (Full disclosure: I probably would have called some of those nannies or babysitters, but Davis would never go for it. I once tried to leave him at a daycare when we went skiing, and he cried for two hours straight.) And so here I am, your faithful martyr of a blogger, with a full report on what it is really like on the dark side.
First of all, let me say that I have a newfound respect for stay-at-home moms. I always knew that it was the hardest job ever, but honestly, until you do it day in and day out, you can’t really understand. And secondly, let me say that I have not changed my mind about working, nor do I wish to no longer work. If anything, I appreciate the job that I have more than ever, and if for some reason I could no longer do this job, I would, without question, go out and find a different one.