I am, as I usually am in the twilight of the old year and the whirring gear-up of the new year, feeling itchy and restless.
I had a nice little window into stay-at-home-momming this past week, having a day off to meet up with the visiting S. and her kiddos to run errands and play* in the kids’ section at Barnes and Noble. It’s all I want in this world, my friendly internetties, and I rack my brain regularly for a way to make it happen, but the numbers don’t ever add up. They don’t add up by a long shot. I want to stay home with my Bird and have adventures, go to MAU playgroup, library story time. Make her my focus. After having consecutive days off and spending those days with my girl, I felt like we understood each other so much better. Like I knew her better. I loved our little time for what it was, but it made me notice what I’m missing. If you are a SAHM out there, I know it is not all a walk in the park, but please, count your lucky stars that you HAVE all those walks in the park. I would do anything to be in your shoes right now.**
* The kids’s section at Barnes and Noble is full of germs. I know this because my kid was a generous contributor to the population of germies. Not that she’s deathly ill, but come on– in the winter, everybody’s snotty. So be warned: don’t touch the hedgehog puppet. Or 90% of the stuff on the train table.
**I know, whiny whiny me. I’m not saying daycare doesn’t have its merits, because it really does have some incredible benefits for parents and children, PROVIDING YOU FIND THE RIGHT ONE, and I cannot make that clear enough. I try to remind myself of the Mark Twain quote that I am about to bungle: “Happiness is not having what you want, it’s wanting what you have.” I have alluded and proclaimed several times that I want to be a SAHM, but there are many things I enjoy about our current setup, one of which is the two nickels I earn here at the jobby that keeps a roof over our hairy little heads. I have much, I am thankful.
But I really wish I could be a stay at home mom and do art projects on the coffee table vs. sitting at this desk talking to you all. And I will have the last word, Mark Twain, because this is my blog.