I don’t know how these guys spend their days at home, but when I was a stay-at-home mom, my day started at 6 a.m. and didn’t stop until midnight, if then. I was on my feet continually, taking care of children, house, yardwork, cooking, shopping, laundry, errand-running, major home improvements, his business entertaining, you name it. I was the one who wiped up the vomit, changed the diapers, washed the floors, scrubbed the bathrooms, pruned the trees, cleaned the gutters, painted the house, raked the leaves, tilled the garden, taught the kids to read, or took them to the doctor, or took them to lessons; I was the one who went to the PTA meetings or talked to the teachers or helped with homework. My husband worked very hard at his job and we were each glad we did not have to do what the other did. So why some men think their stay-at-home wives are indolent, I can’t imagine. Motherhood is an eighteen-hour-a-day, seven-day-a-week job, and there are no vacations, no days off.
I agree. I know a few men at work who marvel at what their stay at home wives do. I would hope the scenario would work in reverse as well.
Hat’s off to you!
I couldn’t agree more.
As a single father of an energetic 5-year old boy, I am a walking zombie.
But I am not complaining; wouldn’t trade one minute of the joy received in watching him grow.
And a big pat on the back for your hubbie as well who seems to understand the hard work you make day in day out 18 hours a day with no weekends.
Hope you both have some backup family or community support to get you both a moment to yourselves to collect your sanity.
In the years out there will be a day when you and I and all others like us will wake up and wonder “Who am I?” because we sacrifice so much for the little ones that we forget we are people too.
No big deal.
My day starts at 6 AM. I make a latte for my wife, breakfast for the girls, then wake them up.
Then I get one or both to school and/or bus.
THEN I go to work.
When I come back, I get to clean up the kitchen.
When I work from home I do the laundry, too.
If someone comes up during the night, I get up to handle it.
So I don’t want to hear about “A women’s work is never done.” It doesn’t work that way any more.