Do you LOVE being a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM)? All the time? Every waking moment of your life? If so, this blog post might not be your cup of tea. You might want to tune in at a later date when I list all of the things I love about being a SAHM. This is a list of things I don’t like about being a Stay At Home Mom or parent. I’m not saying I don’t want to be a SAHM I am just saying there are parts of this job that are annoying, not fun, or down right boring. Trust me, if I had a job outside of the home I’d just have a different (probably longer) list of complaints because I can’t really help myself from complaining about something…anything…at least, some of the time.
1. When I go to a social gathering people always ask me one of two questions: A. When are you going back to work? or B. Are you ever going back to work? Seriously? I paint, I blog, I garden…I make funny political jokes about myself. I can talk about all sorts of things. I’m interesting. I don’t ask you when you are going to quit your job, or when you are going to get a better, different job. If I did, you would think I was rude, right? Because it is rude. Also, don’t be a repeat offender. Asking me question A or B more than once a month is kind of annoying and a little boring. Don’t you have anything else to talk about?
2. Cleaning. I clean for hours each day and have nothing to show for it. I don’t even have a clean house. It never ends, or gets better, or goes away. It’s tedious and boring and sweaty.
3. I’m always the one stuck home waiting for a delivery, a repair person, or someone to show up who never shows up on time. Plumbers, electricians, fence installers, UPS, FED EX, appliance delivery…they say they are coming, but what they really mean is they might come by tomorrow, or next week, or next month and could I please keep the dogs locked inside until then and be home just in case they arrive sometimes between now and some imaginary, future date?
4. I’m responsible for keeping the inside of the house (see #2) looking nice and the outside of the house looking nice. That means the yard. I like to garden, but weeding, moving boulders, filling in holes dug by dogs, and painting decks? All that stuff is incredibly hard to do with a toddler who always wants to help and by help I mean: pulling the good plants up along with the weeds, throwing her body in front of moving boulders, re digging once filled holes, and rolling around in the paint I am using on the deck. Not to mention, toddlers walk really, really slowly sometimes. It takes me 18 minutes to take the trash down to the trash can with my toddler following after me. If I am by myself it takes 2 minutes tops. Then people wonder how I managed to accomplish so little during the day and ask me when I am going to get a real job (see #1).
5. I don’t get to watch what I want to on TV anymore. During the day it’s Elmo, or some other kids show or cartoon. By night, my husband controls the remote. This isn’t that bad since I’m not a big TV watcher anyway, but have you ever tried watching Glee with a husband who has never seen the show before? It’s kind of hard to take it seriously when he keeps giggling at the the characters and the hokey musical numbers. Watching that show with fresh eyes made me question my own taste and then I realized nobody will ever ask me about it around the water cooler anyway so what do I care?
6. I don’t get to wear nice clothes. Oh, I can wear them, but if I do, they won’t be nice for long. Yesterday I got dressed up with perfume and everything. Tiny-Small ran past me with a chocolate popsicle and dragged it right along my pants. I also don’t get to wear cute shoes anymore. I have to be able to run. At. All. Times. So, now I have a cute shoe museum where shoes sit on shelves collecting dust while my feet outgrow them slowly. It’s where I go to cry.
7. I’m in charge of clean underwear, clean socks, and the availability of fresh diapers. I am also in charge of making sure we are all dressed for the day. When Jim helps get Tiny-Small dressed it’s more work than if I do it myself. He usually asks, “Where are her shirts?” then “Where are her pants?” Seriously, I labeled her drawers for a reason and still her clothes cannot be found!
8. There is rarely any silence. If there isn’t screaming there is barking. If there isn’t barking there is talking. If there isn’t talking, phones are ringing, cars are honking, and doors are knocking. It’s a loud, loud world at home during the day.
9. Someone always eats my food. For the past two years I have shared my meals with someone or other. Tiny-Small eats my yogurt, Jim steals my grapes or a loud noise pulls me into the other room and the dog gets onto the table and eats my sandwich. I miss food…good food. I miss having an entire plate of food all to myself. I miss lunch dates with grown ups.
10. I’m on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with very little pay and very little sleep. There are no places to hide and no places to escape. There is usually an emergency of some kind or another.
These are the things I don’t like about being a SAHM or parent. Do you have anything you would like to share or add?