Four and a half years ago, I hung up my steel-toed boots to become a Stay-At-Home Mom, when our daughter was born.
Prior to having kids, actually, prior to getting married, my husband and I decided that I would be the primary caregiver to our children and he was going to be the bread winner.
I was looking forward to staying home and raising our wee ones rather than paying someone else to do it while we both worked. My pay check would also have been completely been eaten up by child care anyways, so what’s the point in going back?
Almost three years later, we welcomed our Little Dude to the family. Now that the wee man is approaching 2 years old, and his big sister starts Kindy in September, days with these two can get pretty hairy.
With the fighting, bickering, yelling, stubbornness, throwing of things, and trying to prevent the boredom from taking over causing the maniacs to spin out of control and drive Mom batty, I savour the afternoon nap that our son still takes while our daughter gets the opportunity to do crafts without the “help” of her little brother.
I get to sit down, catch up on my emails, check my notifications on Facebook, and perhaps, blow out a blog post or two. Some days, I even manage to close my eyes as I lay back on the couch, while still being with our daughter. Never really having a nap because, “Mom, I need to pee! Mom, I need some water! Mom, I’m hungry! Mom, I want to watch something! Mom, can I play the game!”, tends to snap you back to reality pretty quickly.
I often pour a VERY large cup of tea in the afternoons to keep me going until my second wind comes.
Life as a SAHM, for me, can have some pretty stressful days that knock the wind right out of my sails causing me to seriously consider getting back into the workforce.
The other week, I had my eyes opened as to the stress my husband undergoes.
A few years ago, the economy and a business partnership that went down the toilet, caused hubby to have to find a new job. He is a born leader, takes his job very seriously and is a very hard worker. In fact, he goes above and beyond to prove his worth, only to not have it recognized in the appropriate monetary value. So the stress of providing enough of an income to support his family, babysitting grown men, and dealing with his former business woes, are weighing down on him pretty hard lately and I’ve decided that Daddy needs a break!
I’m ready to switch roles.
He can stay home with the kiddos now. It should be easier for him, as one will be in school full-time in the Fall, so he and the wee lad can have some Father-Son bonding time. I will look forward to having meals prepared instead of preparing them myself. Daddy used to be a really great cook and has gotten out of practice since I took over the role.
A small part of me thinks, “Ha ha! Now you’ll understand what it’s like looking after small humans ALL DAY…EVERYDAY, come up with meal ideas and prepare them, keep up with the household duties, go grocery shopping, be a constant source of entertainment, be a referee, maintain a schedule with the kids and still have the energy to exercise or perhaps, have a little Mommy and Daddy Time!” (wink wink, nudge nudge).
So now, I’m searching…
Searching for THAT job. The job that will pay me what I need to support my family. The job that will allow us to buy a house, finally. The job that will afford us to get away for some much needed Family Vacations. The job I will love, succeed at and give Daddy the break that he needs.
Have you and your spouse decided that your circumstances weren’t working for you anymore and that a change was needed? Did you switch roles or perhaps relocate?