Announcing My New Job Title, And Asking For Advice

I don’t think I can call myself a Stay At Home Mom anymore. It’s not fair to me, and I think it sets me up to feel like a failure.

I’m officially a WORK (or Write) At Home Mom. I work on paid freelance writing projects for other websites up to 10 hours a week. I work on projects for myself up to another 10-20 hours a week. I have been for a long time. I used to think I didn’t deserve to call myself a WAHM until I was bringing in a substantial income, but I’ve come to realize that I’m at the point in my business where I’m investing in my future. I may not be making an enormous profit just yet, but the time I’m putting into it will pay off down the road.

The plan has always been for me to “go back to work” when all the children are in school. Depending on when we have a 3rd, that’s roughly 7 years from now. But, part of me is yearning to “work” now, and another part of me shudders to think of my future “work” being a job in an office doing who-knows-what. I didn’t feel like I had much direction before I became a SAHM. I wasn’t working my dream job (though it wasn’t a BAD job). I didn’t even know what my dream job was.

You know what? Since quitting the workforce and becoming a SAHM, I actually think I’m on the road to finding it. I think this blog and the myriad of opportunities it brings me will lead to my dream job someday. I’m not saying I’ll make my living off this blog, alone, but the connections I’ve made through it are starting to form a network that will take me further than any amount of time searching Monster.com.

When I got back from Blogher at the beginning of August, I shifted the way I approach things, like this blog and freelance projects. I’m giving myself permission to take all of this more seriously. I’m “dressing” for the job I want, not the one I have, in a sense.

So the 15 hours a week Kendall spends at preschool are now specifically set aside for me to work. Well, that and take care of Leyna. She will likely start going to Mother’s Day Out one day a week in January of next year so I can at least have a solid 5 hours to myself. Calling myself a WAHM makes me feel less guilty about juggling so much and neglecting things like the dishes and the laundry during the day.

It’s an interesting work/life balance that I’m striving to find, and I certainly haven’t perfected any techniques yet. So I’m interested to hear how other WAHMs do it. What is your cleaning routine like? How do you balance taking care of a baby and getting things done on a deadline? Do you ever sleep?

And, I’m not sure if this is just me, but sometimes I have SO MUCH to do, and I get so overwhelmed, that I just don’t do anything. I sit in the living room with my laptop up, my to-do list next to me, baby on the floor in front of me, and I spin my wheels until it’s time to change her diaper or feed her. How do you jump start your own engine and keep it going while multitasking?

Kendall is 3 years 4 months old and Leyna is 8 months old

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Stay At Home Mom Guilt

I’m having a feel-sorry-for-myself  day. A day when I can’t help but wonder if I made the right choices, if me staying home was the way to go.

Every time I turn around, I feel like I’m losing my mind, my temper, my patience. I’m constantly snapping. My son is on the receiving end way too many times.

I hate cleaning this house. I hate this house. I’m failing at appreciating what I have. I’m losing myself in the desire to just want to start over again, to move into a place that doesn’t *need* any work…. work we will never be able to afford… work I’m constantly arguing with my husband over.

But new house or not, I would still hate cleaning, and then I hate the guilt I feel over not wanting to clean, not enjoying the “homekeeping” side of this stay at home gig (though I always try to remind myself I’m a stay at home MOM and that everything else is just gravy, the guilt is still there). I want a job so I can just pay someone else to do it for me. I tell myself it wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass to stay on top off if we didn’t live in this house so much. If we were all gone a good 8 hours a day. If I wasn’t serving up three meals a day to a 2 year old here…. if you can even call them “meals” these days.

I hate the financial stress of being a one income family, too. I feel like so many of these stresses would be eliminated if I was making my old salary (not banking on ad payments for this blog, which I hate soliciting, and which totally screw my plans when they come 2 weeks late). I feel like if I went to an office every day and brought home a paycheck every other week, I could put my son in a great school, surrounded by loving professionals who *enjoy* crafting with him every day, where he would be free to make whatever mess he wanted. Maybe he would learn more, certainly I wouldn’t yell at him as much, and perhaps I just might appreciate my time with him more. We could get out as a family and actually DO things on the weekend, instead of sitting around here and balancing the budget… and cleaning up the house I’ve neglected all week.

If I went to an office every day, maybe I’d get satisfaction from completing major projects. Maybe I’d feel more worthwhile if my biggest accomplishment for the week wasn’t keeping the counters clean, the dishes done, and taking Kendall out every day. Maybe I’d be more relaxed in the evening if I had the opportunity to go to lunch with co-workers, to go to Starbucks without a toddler. Maybe I’d be able to get my hair cut and colored more often, maybe I’d feel better about myself if I got to buy new clothes for myself more frequently… nice clothes. Maybe these material things DO matter to me, as much as I wish they didn’t.

Maybe I’d like this house more if I could pay someone else to keep it clean for me. Maybe instead of spending my time wiping down baseboards and windows, I’d finally get around to all the fun projects I’ve never been able to start for this house, like printing and framing our wedding pictures, or printing the thousands of pictures I have of Kendall that I’ve never put into an album. Yeah, aren’t stay at home moms supposed to have time to do all this? Not this one.

I think a big part of my problem is coming to terms with the fact that I will never be that stay at home mom who bakes and cleans and menu plans every day. I won’t sit down to do a different craft each day. I won’t be okay with letting my son “explore” while making a gigantic mess, especially if I just cleaned the kitchen floor. I won’t. ever. have. my. shit. together.  If it hasn’t happened after 2 years, it’s not ever going to. And am I okay with that? Because at least if I were working, if I wasn’t HERE all day, I would feel like maybe I had an excuse.

And it’s not that I don’t appreciate that I even have a choice to stay home. I do. Many sacrifices have to be made, but it’s workable for us, and I am very appreciative of that. But, in a way, I almost feel like that makes it worse…. that the choice wasn’t made for me. That our meager savings account is because of MY choice, that our inability to take family vacations is because of MY choice, that the stress that comes from trying to balance the budget and realizing that we just can’t afford to do the upgrades to this home we planned on when we purchased it are because of MY choice… MY choice to stay home, MY choice to be something I’m not even sure I’m suited for.

It’s just been a rough weekend, I’m sure made worse by these pregnancy hormones. My brain is telling me to grow up and get over it, quit feeling sorry for myself and make something happen. It’s just hard to start… hard to figure out what to do. I mean, it’s not like I can search for a job 6 months pregnant. I’m not even certain that that’s the answer to my problems. I think the answer lies more in forgiving myself, in re-assessing my priorities and in counting my blessings a little more.

Kendall is 2 1/3 and I’m 24 weeks pregnant

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I get by with a little help from my friends.

Being a stay at home mom can feel really isolating. It’s not uncommon for me to go 6 hours without speaking out loud to another adult. Maybe that’s why I’m addicted to the internet, social networking and technology, and keep my Iphone near me like it’s an IV drip of life saving fluid.

Because even on days when I can’t manage to make a phone call (which, honestly, happens rarely anyway, except to my BFF Bonnie who also has a toddler son and totally understands when I go all Tourettes on her in the middle of a conversation), I can still reach out and touch some sanity saving sistas.

Of course, the street goes both ways, and last night I was on the receiving end of the most hilarious string of text messages I’ve ever received. My college friend Jaimee has a little boy about 6 months older than Kendall. As with all of my friends who have the joy of raising a toddler right now, it seems the topics of potty training and poop really bring out the kindred spirit in us.

J: “Currently sitting in a dark closet…O has a flashlight…while he poops in his potty…he is doing great peeing in the big potty, but prefers to poop in the dark in a closet?!?  Hmmm…Fun times in toddlerville! Thought u may enjoy the visual!”

Me :”Hahahahahahahhaa that’s hilarious! Made my night. Have fun!”

J: “Yeah a blast…whoever came up w/this portable potty was an idiot…the way I see it I just added a step…still clean his bottom…AND  a giant potty of poop.”

Me: “Can I put this on my blog?” I’m polite like that and ask, even though all my friends should know they are fair game for blog fodder.

J: “Of course you can…it was just one of those moments where I was questioning my potty training game plan…he was insisting that I sit next to him in the closet…I told him to hang on, so I could get my Blackberry… then he proceeded to fill that thing with days worth of poop…the smell… ugh!! All to get him to poop in the potty…really?!? Sorry…I could go on forever about this stuff!”

And just to know that my friend, who once joined me and 3 other friends on a 14 hour drive to Panama City Beach for Spring Break, could also go on and on forever in one way or another about toddler poop is enough to make me smile and feel a little more sane, or at least in good company.

Kendall is almost 22 months old and not any closer to potty training than he was 2 months ago, but I haven’t tried the in the dark with a flashlight trick yet.

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Prioritizing my worry list

I don’t think I understood how important it is to “pick your battles” until I became a mom. There are SO MANY small and large battles you could fight, an overwhelming, unending list of things you could worry about.  I learned the hard way in the beginning, but that’s sort of a new mom rite of passage, I think.

I began motherhood knowing that I wouldn’t ever be perfect at it, but dammit, I was going to freaking try! And so I fought all those unending battles – finding all the *best* gear, keeping clothes stain free, always having more than enough diapers in the diaper bag (and a backup stash in the car), doing everything in my power to make sure that my screaming baby never disturbed anyone other than myself while out in public (leading me to have no choice but to lock myself and my infant in our house for three months), keeping every spec of dust and debris out of reach of my precious child and his curious hands. Then, well, I was tired. I was SO TIRED. And so I started prioritizing… or maybe I just got lazy. Regardless, it made life easier. It lowered my stress level, and now I don’t feel so pressured to try so hard.

Kodak, the sponsor of this week’s lovely JuiceBoxJungle ad >>>, wants to know what three things are at the top and what three are at the bottom of my mom worry list, so here they are.

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1. My kid’s safety – I’ve blogged about my Mommy Visions on here before, and how I can look at nearly anything that’s seemingly innocent and innocuous and vividly imagine how it might hurt or kill my child. I obsess about things like when to turn his car seat around, and what I’m going to do with him at the grocery store when he’s over 35 lbs because those grocery carts say it’s only safe to put them in the front up to 35 lbs.

2. What he eats- I’ve also recently started writing a lot about our efforts to eat more local, responsibly raised, sustainable. and organic food. However, from day one I’ve always been pretty consumed with what he’s consuming. I spent hours researching what fruits and vegetables I should introduce to him first and how to prepare them. I strive to offer a rainbow of whole foods at every meal. I truly think that my efforts are being rewarded by seeing how much my toddler loves nearly every fruit and vegetable he tries. I will say, though, that I don’t think of myself as a food Nazi. He’s had plenty of “bad” stuff from time to time, mainly because I don’t believe banning anything is going to do him any good.

3. His manners – It really stresses me out when he acts out in public. It truly does. Fortunately, I have to say it’s pretty rare. He seems to save most of his outbursts for when we’re home…. or stuck on a plane (which absolutely had me sweating bullets, but thankfully we don’t fly often). From 12 months to 18 months I was at a loss. He was a tiny little terrorist and I had no idea how to control him. He didn’t understand discipline, and I felt like everything I did to correct his behavior was only making it worse. I’m happy to report that the last few months have been much better. He at least understands the concept of timeout now. If I could just get him to stop laughing and running from me every time I tell him to do anything, I would be pretty happy with where we are in terms of his behavior.

BOTTOM

1. Falls – Okay, oddly enough, I don’t even flinch when the kid falls anymore. Crazy coming from a mom whose number one worry is her child’s safety, I know. I think I’ve just come to terms with the fact that my little boy is a rowdy ball of energy, and he must have a pretty thick noggin. Also, it’s possible he’s part rubber. He falls all. the. time. The majority of the falls actually make him laugh. He also walks into things, like walls and windows, because he’s never looking where he’s going. He’s normally running away from me, looking over one shoulder and cackling like a little evil warlock. Then SMACK. I feel bad because when we’re around other moms and he falls they audibly gasp, run to him, soothe him, and ask if he’s okay all before I’ve taken a step. “Oh, he’s fine,” I always holler at them from across the room. And he almost always is.

2. TV-  I know this is a heated topic, but it’s one I just don’t feel that passionately about. I’m not killing myself trying to make sure my child isn’t exposed to TV until college, or even the first few years, BUT THE STUDIES!! some of you are shouting at your computer screen. Listen, I didn’t plug my kid in front of Baby Einstein for hours on end as an infant hoping he’d know his colors and shapes by his 1st birthday, and it’s not like he’s sitting in front of a TV, zoning out all his waking hours. I’d be lying, though, if I said I don’t rely on a little help from PBS, Nick Jr. and Sprout to get me through my day. As much as I want him to go play with his “open ended” toys that inspire creativity and imagination, many times it’s just not happening, and I need to get the dishwasher loaded without him trying to inspire himself by running off with a steak knife. Also, sometimes he just really wants to watch “Go-go” (Diego), and I just really want to drink some coffee and check Facebook.

3. Messes- This one extends a little bit further beyond mom into the Stay At Home Mom category, for me. When we made the decision that I would stay at home, I remember telling my husband how our house would be SO clean because I would have “so much time” to do things like mop the floors and organize the pantry. Really, I *actually* thought that… until I had my outside baby. I was drowning in guilt the first 6 or 8 months of Kendall’s life, trying so hard to stay on top of everything, including all the household chores that I HATED while living off of next to no sleep. Then I had a lightbulb moment one day when I finally accepted that my “job” is a stay at home MOM, not a stay at home mom/housekeeper/organizer, and I was actually doing quite well at the MOM part. Our house is clean most of the time to a certain degree, but don’t go looking at my baseboards or my tile grout. There are splatters of dog slobber crusted to the wall here and there that will probably only disappear after we paint over them. There is food permanently stuck inside a ridge lining the perimeter of my kitchen table. I don’t care. I tell myself all the time, “A toddler lives here, 2 dogs and a cat live here, a maid does NOT live here.”

So what about you? What are your top and bottom 3? I’m sure everyone’s answers will vary, but it will be interesting to see which ones end up being the most popular.

Kendall is 21 months old, and right now I’m not worried he’s been napping for nearly 3 and a half hours

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