Have you ever had one of those days where you worked your tail off and ran around like a crazy person all day, and then when someone asked you what you did that day it all came out sounding like not very much at all? I kind of feel like that’s every day of being a stay at home mom.
I mean, a typical day looks a lot like this:
- Baby wakes me up via talking sounds over the monitor. Walk into nursery to find Aidan smiling and talking to the flying koopa above his crib.
- Change baby, get dressed, make bed, make breakfast, then feed baby while eating breakfast. Wipe crumbs off his head.
- Play with baby for about an hour. This entails tummy time, reading books, going for walks, staring at the ceiling, running errands, cleaning the house, laundry, etc.
- First nap time, which can and will only ever happen in my arms. I spend this hour holding the baby with one hand, reading and not commenting on blogs with my other hand (I hate one-handed typing!).
- Baby wakes up, change baby, feed baby, play time!
- Second nap, which can and will only ever happen in his swing. During this hour I clock into work for what I hope will be a solid uninterrupted hour of working time. This rarely happens, but I still hope for it every day.
- Change and feed awake baby, make dinner, welcome husband home, eatdinnerwatchTVfeedbabyputbabytobedshowerbedtimeforme (evenings always go by in a blur).
So, obviously I don’t do nothing. Why, then, do I never have a response when people ask me what I do all day? I guess I could say, “I kept a tiny human alive and ran my household like a rock star” but that would probably only result in even more strange looks from those who are silly enough to ask me that question.
Clearly the only people who would ask a stay at home what she does all day are people who have never had babies…