I can't take it anymore. If one more person says to me: "I just don't know how you do it!" I am going to lose it. Lose. It. I think I've mentioned that I hear this comment at least once a week and it drives me absolutely insane. At this point, hearing that phrase is not a compliment, but a major annoyance. Here's why:
I DO "IT" BECAUSE I HAVE NO CHOICE.
We can't afford for me to stay home. We can't even really afford for me to work part-time. The best I could do was leave the private sector and work for the government to reduce my hours. So I work full-time with three small children because I must. If I could quit, I would do it in a heartbeat. Seriously. I've been lobbying to go part-time for years now and it ain't happening. The well-meaning "Can I Afford to be a Stay-At-Home Mom" calculators don't apply to me. Trust me, I've read 'em all. And so, I work.
And because I work, I try my darndest to make sure my kids aren't shortchanged by not having mom around all day. So, yes, I do crafts when I get home, I help with homework, I make dinner every night, I play outside, go to the library, to the park, dance classes, you name it. On the weekends we spend every waking hour doing family stuff together. Yes, it's exhausting to do my best at work and when I get home, but it's what life is demanding of me and so, I do it.
Yes, I blog. Yes, I participate in the fun stuff that comes along with blogging. Yes, I belong to a mother's group. Yes, I am planning a conference with Jonesie and Ny. I do all of this stuff because it's an outlet for me. They are things that I enjoy and they keep life interesting.
No, I don't sleep nearly as much as I should. And no, my hair and nails definitely aren't done anywhere as often as I'd like them to be. I just recently started making my fitness and health a priority, but even that is hard to find the time to do. Yes, I cry. I get headaches. I get stressed. But what mother doesn't? And yes, if I could do it all over again, I would make some different choices and perhaps things would be different now. But it is what it is. So please, I'm begging you - don't ask me how I do it. I'm liable to fall apart at the seams if you do. Because I'm barely doing it as it is...and it's not because I'm a supermom. It's just because I have to.