Being a stay at home Mom:

Today Iggy and I stopped by Rite Aid and I saw that they were hiring for a temporary labor strike that might go on and I thought about inquiring if they were hiring in the pharmacy and working for a few weeks until the strike was over.

We talked about it over dinner but ultimately decided it wouldn't be in the best interest of our family since the babies are really little and disrupting their daily lives for a whim of mine wouldn't be worth it. I just know baby Iggy wouldn't get the attention he's used to at a daycare, and Anna's at the age where she'd be trusted to play with other kids but.....well we're working on that. Anna's the only girl around here and among the younger wave of babies in the family (she's 2nd to youngest on my side with baby Iggy beating her, and 3rd to youngest on Iggy's side, baby Iggy, and baby Ezekiel who was born in February is the baby) so she's used to being catered too, and she needs guidance playing with others.I like that I'm able to always be there to gently lead her in the right direction.  I always stay with her when she plays with others so I can stop her if she looks like she's going to push someone or take their toys and make sure no one does it to her.

Back when I worked I used to wish I could stay at home with my new baby Anna. I thought  everything would be perfect aside from the extra income issue.

And now here I am, A stay at home mom with no real money problems,  two babies that are angels for the most part, sleep through the night, and I still wake up bleary eyed in the morning (I get crazy when my kids are asleep and I have sudden freedom to read more than a couple of pages or use the computer without a little hand pulling me away to look at a crushed cheerio)  and proceed to being sluggish most of the morning until noon.

I ask Iggy to bring home dinner at least a couple times a week despite spending enough at the grocery store to make his eyebrows go up (it's the organic factor).

Anna Delilah wouldn't say she gets quite enough park time to warrant having a stay at home mom.

Baby Iggy probably wouldn't have any complaints because he's spoiled. So long as he's my partner most of the day. Seriously that kid is attached  to my hip all day, whatever room I'm in he's either doing tummy time, in his jumper, swing, or bumbo or on my lap. 

I rewatched this video and realized I'm just a weenie:






haha, I'm not saying being a stay at home mom is super easy, but it's definitely an issue of perspective. It is a  blessing being able to make Popsicle stick houses and play hide and seek at 24 years old all day, one that I'm not always quick to see. I  still remember coming home from work and Anna still wanting to be with my mom and the stinging feeling of rejection from my own child, but I've been resting on my laurels for a bit ( 5 months since baby Iggy came from the hospital!) and now I want to make more of an effort to enjoy being home, and being in the moment instead of just having my days blend into each other without any distinction.

So here's to me getting out of my pyjamas before noon!