I am sick and tired of listening to people whine about how hard it is to be a stay at home mom.
Last night the TV was turned to a talk show. I can't recall the name, but the host was a cross between Doctor Phil and Jerry Springer.
And he had a mullet. Who in their right mind takes advice from a dude with a mullet?
This lady was crying - actually crying - about how hard her life is. All day long she is feeding and playing and bathing kids, then when she gets home she only has a few hours to herself before bed!
OMG that poor poor thing! Does she think he husband is off at the office playing with his Wii all day? Nope. He had to get up, get dressed, drive to work and actually work for eight or more hours.
Then tonight while at coffee with BFF Kissy, I was laughing and making fun of her and another guy because they have to work, and working sucks! Kissy said that I Did have a job; I'm a mom.
WTF? I must be doing this stay at home mom thing wrong, because to me, it's all one big vacation.
I don't have to change out of my pajamas until I feel like it. I have been known to put them on int the morning (I sleep nekked) And wear them until I take them off to have a bath at night.
I watch cartoons and read. I play online. I get to kiss owies and get told "mommy I like your hair" when it looks like a bird on acid's nest.
I make lunch, but not breakfast, because my kids make their own. If it's nice outside, I sit in my comfy chair with a carafe of coffee, smokes and my laptop/book.
Some days I suntan all afternoon.
I do not work. I play all day long. Should I cry that I have to say "stop riding your brother" sixteen times a day? Should I pout about how I get to have afternoon naps? Maybe I should be upset because I get to walk to the park and play with the lady bugs there because the ones in the back yard are all broken?
I have a dishwasher, and floors that are easy to sweep. My kids pick up their own clothes, and they think it's fun to load the washer and take the dry clothes out of the dryer. My five year old is pretty good at folding too.
The thought of me ever getting a job fills me with terror. Getting up every morning and having to get dressed AND leave the house? Not being able to do What I want When I want? Having set times for coffee!?! Screw that!
I have it easy. It's you I feel sorry for...
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