I’m always surprised when I hear people make comments regarding the validity of a “career” as a SAHM. Apparently, whoever said that stay-at-home moms don’t ‘work’ have never spent 24 consecutive hours at home with a toddler. My day is anything but relaxing and eating bon-bons while a housekeeper tidies things up.
Here’s just a quick rundown of what our day looks like.
Sometime between 6:30-7:00 am: The husband gets up to shower & get ready for work. Leaving me to snooze while he
beats and bangs around he is in the bathroom.
7:20 am: Kiss the husband goodbye. Pray the little man sleeps for another hour.
Sometime between 7:30-8:30 am: I hear a door open and the tiny sound of “mommy!” coming from up the stairs. Time to really start my day.
As soon as the little man wakes up: Potty, Juice, Breakfast, Vitamins
During Breakfast: Settle in on the couch or the living room floor for an early morning picnic and some cartoon time. The cartoon of the day varies. Some days we watch Mickey Mouse and other days we find something on Netflix. It all depends on his mood.
After Breakfast: Time to clean up our mess…
And spend hours playing…what we play consists on the day. Most days it’s Cars or sports of some kind. This particular day, it was baseball. Followed by cars and chocolate pudding for a mid-morning snack.
11:00 am-12:00 pm: Mommy gets a shower and gets ready. Then, we unload the dishwasher (if it needs it), change out the laundry, and wait on daddy to get home for lunch.
After daddy goes back to work, this is usually the state that Little Man enters into…
And then it’s finally naptime.
During naptime, I finish doing some cleaning, spend some time in the blog world, or—as of late—work.
Then, two hours later, naptime is over.
And our day continues.
But I’m running out of room to post photos of our afternoons. So that will have to wait.
Maybe this gives the naysayers a better idea of the chaos and busyness that comes from being home with a toddler all day long.
What you don’t see in these photos, is the 100+ trips to the potty we make, the 500+ times my name is called and the juice is refilled. The boo-boos I kiss, the toys I hunt, and the uncountable other things I do to occupy my son.
What does your day look like?