Stay At Home Mom Stays Home. Alone.

Lounging at the pool while mom slaved away at home…all by herself.

It was so sweet. After being up half the night teething, Ian ended up out of the house on Tuesday with Em & Ash & Bodhi and thus, I did my cooking from home. I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I’ve been alone in the house for more than a couple hours. How long you ask? Um…how old’s Ian?

It was quiet. All day. I listened to Adam Carolla swear without guilt. I cooked for our family and other families. I showered. I left hot pans on the floor. I had my laptop in plain site on the couch. It was surreal.

I feel incredibly blessed to be able to stay home with Ian, but I really don’t understand these amazing blogs I come across with professional photography and new recipes every day and designer homes with handmade paper flowers, all produced by stay-at-home-moms (or WORKING moms, for Christ’s sake). How the eff do they do it? It’s all I can do to have clean hair, fresh food for my kid and an activity that does not involve strolling to the grocery store yet again. I can’t even get stains out of clothes, much less have a podcast, much as I want to, and I really, really want to. I have things to say. What was I saying?

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