This is of course fantasy. In my daydream there are no calls to pick up my sick children from childcare, no mad dash out of the house to get everyone where they are supposed to be on time, and no before or after work where chores must be done and children must be fed and loved. It is just the perfect version of the grass being greener.
In realty I love being a stay-at-home mom. I love that we can stay in our pajamas until whenever we want and I get to soak up this fleeting time with my kids. It worked out well that I chose to quit work and be a full-time mom. It works for my family at this time. I would be lying if I didn't tell you that this is not how I pictured my life. My pre-baby self would never have chosen to stay home. I loved working. It always felt a little like playing office and I thought it was fun to work. I would also be lying if I didn't tell you that I miss it terribly.
Many of the moms I know that stay home knew they would stop working once the baby arrived. I however did not quit work until the day I was due back at the office (yes, I know this means no one will ever hire me again). Exhaustion and a undiagnosed health issue left me in a place where the idea of going back to work seemed impossible. Having a baby knocked me on my tail. I struggled with it and did not handle being a new mother well. I think I needed to be in the trenches 24/7 in order to find my way as a mom.
The last few weeks at our house include teething and colds. Nothing major, just lots of whining and adjustment. Looking in from the outside you may think the little things that make me grumpy are adorable. Last week I threw out a few old cupcakes and two minutes before we had to walk out the door I found Jack covered in pink frosting eating the cupcakes out of the garbage. Or this picture where Jack put "medicine"(diaper creme) on Grace's face.
Or this one where the kids thought it was hilarious to pull all of the tissues out of the box and throw them down the basement steps.
Or yesterday where Jack had a sneezing fit and after a few moments a sticker came out of his nose. He apparently stuck it up there the day before. All of these little things drive the type A side of my personality up the wall.
But then there are moments like these. Jack is helping put away dishes and Grace is helping with the laundry.
Grace crawled in the dryer by herself while I snapped pictures of Jack.
These guys keep me on my toes but I love it. They make my life full and happy. I know that the grass will always seem greener on the other side but the grass on my side is pretty darn green too.