I have an amazing parter of nearly 13 years. He totally gets all the weirdest parts of me, doesn’t question my choices, and whole-heartedly supports my every whim, whether it’s in regards to my career or parenting choices. I’m thankful to have found him at a time in my life when I never expected to fall in love. We do have this one, tiny issue, thought: there are some things my partner can’t understand about being a stay-at-home mom and, honestly, his inability to completely relate kind of bums me out.
Being a stay-at-home mom means taking on numerous roles simultaneously, all while trying to maintain some level of sanity in the process. There’s literally nothing I don’t do on a typical day, all while my husband works a standard day job outside of the home. He has this one position, whereas I take on multiple (sometimes all at once), so I know it’s hard to really understand where I’m coming from unless, of course, you’ve lived it.
The choice to be home with my kids, for me, wasn’t something I had to think on for too long. I always knew that once I had kids I’d be the one here for them during their younger years, at least, and we’d figure the rest out on the financial end. Sometimes “figuring it out” means my partner takes on extra shifts, or that I need to pick up freelance odd jobs along the way. Regardless, no matter how much I love being the one my kids are with all day, it’s draining in ways I can’t fully explain. With that, here are some of the things my partner can’t understand about what I do all day as a stay-at-home mom.
There’s No Time To Play Games On My Phone
While I know my partner means well, when he’s left home alone with the kids he fails to understand what it takes to run a household in its entirety. Sure, I could probably get away with letting the kids run wild long enough to play Clash of Clans on my phone, but by the time I look up the house will be completely destroyed and the kids may not be in one piece.
I Dressed Myself More Than Once
By the time my partner returns home from work, I probably have stains on my shirt, my shorts, and everywhere else. The thing is, this isn’t the outfit I started the day in. It might even be my third (and sometimes fourth) set of clothes I’ve had to wear in, like, a six hour period. Taking care of kids all day means accepting that, even in my nicest wardrobe pieces, I will get something on them at some point. My partner may not care what I look like at the end of a long day (and never expects me to look a “certain” way), but I wish he’d at least understand the battles I’m fighting and what it took to make it through to the other side.
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