"but staying home with the kids is a full-time job". whatever. when i worked, i at least got to sleep in on sundays, take a full one hour lunch break and never once did i have a boss throw a toy car at my head. jobs and motherhood can't even be compared but my husband is still trying to weigh it out.
here's the new one for the week:
"i wish i could go to the zoo and eat hot dogs and then come home and watch tv".
ok. for the most part, things are pretty spectac but don't forget the full on bATTle it takes getting the 2 year old into the car, with a sippy cup and both shoes on the right feet.
and don't forget about the window. timing is critical. if you miss the window, you've got to breast feed the baby on the bench in front of the tortoise. and you will notice the same sweaty guy doing laps around you, hoping your hooter hider slips.
hot dogs. i love tubed meat but for the most part, i crave spicy thai or a hearty salad laced with root vegetables. you know, non-toddler food. things not featured on the safari cafe's menu board. things that i can't heat up in my microwave. real, sauteed Brussels sprout, culinary skilled, skin on fillet, adult food. so while you pout over my spontaneous, calorie filled finger food, just know i'm dreaming of a meal served with white linens, that I don't have to clean up after.
i love being a stay at home mom. but i also loved an office of my own, 8 hours to work/surf the net with minimal interruptions and time in general to act like a big person. do i want to be back? no. am i envious of your spit up free attire and time to be alone? sometimes.
so, because of the realization that my "job" has doubled over the past three months and i've received nary a high-five, i'm giving myself a raise. the stay at home kind.
-an etsy necklace
-some low slouchy suede boots (not resembling anything from Star Wars) and
-a wicked awesome train table
see ya at happy hour.
btw- our son stopped taking naps and knows how to get out of his carseat.
i think i'm going to get a new watch too.