So I'm a month or so into my little "SAHM" adventure - and I've realized a few things.
First and foremost - being at home with the kids is a job in and of itself - and often plays out with the same ups and downs I found in the corporate world. There are mornings where everything is swingin' - we're moving, grooving and generally having a good ole time. Kinda like those perfect days at work where the "atta boys" come freely and quickly and everything you do is on the money.
Of course - those days - both at home and at work - are few and far between. They are precious - the moments where you feel successful - competent - ready to face the world and the challenges it brings.
Most days are kinda run of the mill - just like 85% of my days in corp America. Things aren't great - but nothing is burning down and no one is screaming in my face - so ehh - I'll take it. Sit back, gamely muster through my 9 to 5 existence and do what needs to be done. Days with the kids are mostly like this. We get up, we eat, we mess around, someone yells, someone yells back, I scream - we fall into a brief, glorious silence - repeat ad nausuem or until Daddy shows up to rescue us all.
Then there are the truly horrible, really terrible days that make you want to crawl back into bed and beg a do over. Happens at work AND at home. The main difference is at work there is a respite - eventually the work day ends - and hopefully the misery of the moment ends with it. At home - no such luck. Nothing to do other than suffer through, try to make the best of a bad situation, and hope that tomorrow brings a fresh perspective and a lot less noise.
Overall, its been a great little learning experience. Surprisingly (or not) my kids are really funny. Hayden in particular. Just today we were in the car (coming home from a VERY GOOD MORNING) and he said "TMI."
I said "TMI - do you even know what that means?"
"Of course" he says, "too much information - like I don't want to know anymore."
Then he turns to me and says - all clever like - "TMA."
TMA? Whats that mean? Did I miss some new textlish? How is it my 8 year old is infinitely cooler than me?
"What does TMA mean?" I ask, curious to hear his answer. He looks at me, and quickly replies, "Too much ass!"
OMG - I wanted to yell at him for swearing (even if ass is a relatively innocent swear) but I honestly couldn't stop laughing. I know - bad Mom - but c'mon - that was a pretty good one. I told him his language was inappropriate but he scored points for his creativity and ingenuity.
That's my boy.
I think that has been the greatest gift so far - getting to see their little personalities come into shape. Surprisingly - I've really enjoyed spending this time with them. I know - what sort of Mom is surprised that spending time with her children brings her joy? I guess a Mom like me. A Mom who wasn't really sure she ever wanted to be a Mom - and certainly NEVER thought she'd be a SAHM - but is quickly learning that it's all pretty darn good.
Positively,
Kim
First and foremost - being at home with the kids is a job in and of itself - and often plays out with the same ups and downs I found in the corporate world. There are mornings where everything is swingin' - we're moving, grooving and generally having a good ole time. Kinda like those perfect days at work where the "atta boys" come freely and quickly and everything you do is on the money.
Of course - those days - both at home and at work - are few and far between. They are precious - the moments where you feel successful - competent - ready to face the world and the challenges it brings.
Most days are kinda run of the mill - just like 85% of my days in corp America. Things aren't great - but nothing is burning down and no one is screaming in my face - so ehh - I'll take it. Sit back, gamely muster through my 9 to 5 existence and do what needs to be done. Days with the kids are mostly like this. We get up, we eat, we mess around, someone yells, someone yells back, I scream - we fall into a brief, glorious silence - repeat ad nausuem or until Daddy shows up to rescue us all.
Then there are the truly horrible, really terrible days that make you want to crawl back into bed and beg a do over. Happens at work AND at home. The main difference is at work there is a respite - eventually the work day ends - and hopefully the misery of the moment ends with it. At home - no such luck. Nothing to do other than suffer through, try to make the best of a bad situation, and hope that tomorrow brings a fresh perspective and a lot less noise.
Overall, its been a great little learning experience. Surprisingly (or not) my kids are really funny. Hayden in particular. Just today we were in the car (coming home from a VERY GOOD MORNING) and he said "TMI."
I said "TMI - do you even know what that means?"
"Of course" he says, "too much information - like I don't want to know anymore."
Then he turns to me and says - all clever like - "TMA."
TMA? Whats that mean? Did I miss some new textlish? How is it my 8 year old is infinitely cooler than me?
"What does TMA mean?" I ask, curious to hear his answer. He looks at me, and quickly replies, "Too much ass!"
OMG - I wanted to yell at him for swearing (even if ass is a relatively innocent swear) but I honestly couldn't stop laughing. I know - bad Mom - but c'mon - that was a pretty good one. I told him his language was inappropriate but he scored points for his creativity and ingenuity.
That's my boy.
I think that has been the greatest gift so far - getting to see their little personalities come into shape. Surprisingly - I've really enjoyed spending this time with them. I know - what sort of Mom is surprised that spending time with her children brings her joy? I guess a Mom like me. A Mom who wasn't really sure she ever wanted to be a Mom - and certainly NEVER thought she'd be a SAHM - but is quickly learning that it's all pretty darn good.
Positively,
Kim
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