of that limbo has been acting like a stereotypical stay-at-home mom cliché and
crying, “Woe is me! This job is so hard!”
and honestly, I’m a little sick of myself.
there are hard parts to the gig, and yes, it’s challenging, but let’s be honest, it’s also not brain surgery or working as a garbage man
in sub-zero temps or being one of those people who clean out septic tanks.
Actually, on second thought, poop scooping is part of the gig, but you get my
I'd like to jump on the new year, new outlook bandwagon (a little late, but what
mom isn’t?) and start focusing on some of the underrated perks of the job.
1. Weekday freedom
went from being a college student to being a mom and a night-shift nurse, so I
never really got familiar with the 9-to-5 grind—and if I can be honest for a
minute, I love having the freedom to do things in the middle of the week that
“normal” people can’t, like grocery shop on a Tuesday morning or take my kids
to the movies just because I darn well feel like it.
Along that line of thinking, one of my absolute favorite memories with my kids
have been those occasions when I have rallied the troops and wrangled them out
of the door for an impromptu breakfast out. Somehow, even though my husband
always dreads taking them out on the weekends, when I’m flying solo with the
kids, they always behave beautifully. I know I will cherish those (admittedly,
rare) mornings when I have sipped coffee in a booth and shared a plate of
cinnamon raisin toast with my toddler—even that time when he fell out of the
booth and I caught him by his ankles before he bashed his face on the floor.
3. The 3 o’clock slump
who work in the home and moms who work out of the home are well familiar with
the 3 o’clock slump, amiright? During my day shift as a nurse, when
I would need a venti latte to power through the rest of my work hours, but at 3
o’clock at home, I can just snuggle with a kid who is awake, guilt-free, or lull
them into a Netflix show while I rest my eyes “just for a minute.”
Pictures of completely random moments
I love that the magic at home can happen when you least expect it.
year before Christmas, I put together a family photo album, pulling special
memories from our year into a book that we can all look over and enjoy without
the lure of Instagram. And hands down, every year, those best pictures are the
ones I’ve captured on completely random afternoons at home, when the kids put
together a fort or we made cookies for no reason. I love that the magic at home
can happen when you least expect it.
summer morning, I packed up what children I had (I honestly can’t remember how
many it was at the time—that sort of memory loss happens with four kids in six
years). And we headed over to my husband’s grandma’s house, where I
learned how to make her famous homemade strawberry jam. I will never make it as
well as she did, but every year when I smash strawberries with my kids and we
pull out jar after jar of deliciousness through the winter months, I will
remember that bright and sunny morning spent cooking in her kitchen. Staying at
home gives us the opportunity to visit elderly grandparents, neighbors and
friends in ways that just wouldn’t be possible if I were working outside of the
every time sickness passes through our house (always an extreme crisis with
four kids) or a snow day is called, I wonder how full-time working parents do
it. Do they have a slew of babysitters constantly on stand-by? Do their bosses
understand if they have to call in for a sick kid? How do you decide who makes
the sacrifice? As a stay-at-home mom, snow days can keep the magic they held
for me as a kid and not turn into a logistical nightmare that would leave me
up with me, fellow stay-at-home moms: What benefits does the gig have for