Ok - so I am here by default. Never in a million years did I think I would be blogging about my experiences as a stay-at-home mother. I imagined I would marry someone for money and wear fabulous shoes in the city and maybe have kids at some point out of social pressures.
But here I am, a suburban housewife, God help me. I remember distinctly when my older child was a baby and we were at a store and an older woman said “Oh enjoy this time, it goes so fast.” And I looked at her and said “Good.” She just stared at me and walked away. I really did not enjoy that time because my son tortured me. I called it torture but many mothers refer to him and children like him as “busy.”
Fast forward to his entrance into full-day kindergarten this fall and I have to admit that woman was right; it really did go by fast. And even though I have prayed and begged for the day to come when some professional adult who has chosen this field will entertain him all day, I was sad to see him go.
So along the way I have had eye-opening experiences with him as well as my 3 year old. Aside from my own struggles with being home with small children and emptying the dishwasher as my major accomplishment for the day, I have also had some interesting interactions with other children and parents. I would like to share some frightening tales from my world of stay-at-home mommies.