Stay-At-Home-Mom Envy? Read This....

I know you are out there. People who look at my charmed life and wish they too could have it. My life of leisure. Not having to answer to a "boss", make deadlines, manage inept employees. Do what I want to do when I want to do it. Cook and clean, workout and spend quality days with my children. Raising them in the way I want them to be raised, not by caretakers. I don't mean this to be snotty...I mean it in that THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER.

Let me give you a run down of my day so far...and it is only 9:30am.

At 6:30am, my husband woke me up so I could let him out the sliding glass door, as to not wake up the beast that sleeps above the garage. This was an attempt at letting me get a few moments to myself for the day. Usually, I get up with him and then start my day, but today I don't have to really be anywhere until the afternoon, so I get to "sleep in." Yeah, not so much.

6:45am, one of the beasts got in bed with me, a few moments later another emerges out of her room, bright eyed and bushy tailed, bed made, asking a million questions in a matter of minutes. Groggily I tell her to get her DS. Other beast jumps on that band wagon and instantly there is bickering about who gets the first 8 minutes. Ahh, so much for that alone time.

7am-8am Bickering, yelling at the dog, a little bit of laughter sprinkled in. This is the best part of my day, as it is a rarity that I can watch any adult TV while the kids are awake. By adult, I mean The Today Show, the news, the weather.

8-9am Kids watching a show, eating breakfast, it's actually not so bad. Little arguing. I have no idea what I did in this hour. Perhaps I was checking my email, looking at the calendar, starting laundry, getting paper/toys out of the dog's mouth, fast forwarding through commercials, eating cold toast and lukewarm coffee, unloading dishwasher from night before, refilling cereal bowls, more milk. Yeah, I just laid around. It is a life of leisure.

9-9:15am. This is where it goes south. Because Jimmy wants to get a rise out of his sister, he grabs the remote and changes the channel. Screaming ensues from the dramatic one, fists are drawn and connected with flesh. AHh, the sweet sound of my lovely boy screaming. So, sweet...like nails on a chalkboard, oh wait, they don't have those anymore. I come in to break up fight from the laundry room, since I am TRYING to sort the massive pile of laundry, while the dog keeps running away with random socks and underwear. I turn off the TV, as punishment for fighting. Who's punishment? Mine obviously. Then beast goes into the garage, looking for a specific football. Not the brown one, the green one. Can't find it. SCREAMING....MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! WHERE IS MY FOOOOOOOOOTBALLLLLLLL? I don't know. I hear stuff falling in the garage. I am trying to sort laundry. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! COSMO IS IN THE GARAGE! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, HE'S BY THE NOVA! MOOOOOOOOOOOM! Angel child then yells "TREAT" and he runs inside. He is rewarded with a bone, which he proceeds to chew up and spit out on the carpet and then eat it. The beast then thinks the green football must be outside. He opens the doorwall and walks outside. Dog sees this as his chance at freedom, because beast never shuts the doors behind him. I hear screams from both kids outside now. I come back from the laundry room to see the dog prancing around outside. Side note, we need invisible fence, since the dog is a bolter. I still have my uniform on (long sleeve T, PJ Pants and glasses). I have to run through the neighbor's yard with a ball that Julia tossed to me to get the dog to come back. It would be perfect timing to have people pull up to look at the house that is for sale behind us. But they don't. Dog is caught thanks to a ball and the angel yelling TREAT. I walk inside and notice that in the 10 minutes since the TV has been off and I have been trying to sort laundry, that the living room is now trashed with pillows and blankets in an effort to make a fort or just irritate me. I tell the kids to go to the basement or go upstairs, I just want one floor that is not trashed. Beast says I don't like him. Kids go downstairs. I continue to sort laundry. Then beast is screaming....MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! JUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIA wants MEEE to BEEEEE a Kid an I don't WANNNNA be a Kid. I calmly asked him if he wanted to be a baby instead, because that's what he sounded like. He said NOOO and then ran back downstairs. Whining instantly stopped. Then it's calm. I go back to sorting my laundry and wonder to myself....why does it take me so $%# long to get laundry going? Oh, I know. Because I am lucky enough to be a stay at home mom.

Aren't you glad to be sitting at your desk, hanging out on the internet, reading blogs, getting paid, while your house is exactly as you left it? Just sayin'. Gotta move, still have laundry to sort.

Circumstancial Friends

I always find things strange this time of year, as the kid's classes and activities start to come to a close. All year long, I am busy taking the kids from this activity or to school or whatever. Along the way, you meet different people and some become friends of circumstance. It's funny, I see many of these people more than I see my own extended family and you chat for the hour while you are waiting for the kids to finish up skating or get out of class. The kids become friends and as a result the moms often do too. But as the activities and classes come to a close, often those mommy friendships do too. Not always, but more often than not. While I have kept in contact with a small group of these ladies, there are so many that I haven't. It isn't like I am depressed about it, but now that I have been in the mommy circuit for a few years....I know that it is inevitable. Although on the flip side, these moms always pop up somewhere down the road...or on Facebook and then you can pick right back up where you left off.