Jenni - posted on 08/24/2010 ( 9 moms have responded )
So basically let's get down to the nitty gritty here...
Who's job is really harder?
Currently I'm a stay at home mom and care for my son (2 yrs old), my daughter (3 months old) and half the time we have my step-daughter (3 yrs old). My husband works a hard job; physical labour and 12 hour shifts; 2 days on, 2 days off, 3 days on, 2 days off, 2 days on, 3 off. Confusing i know. He also works swing shifts midnights/days. He helps out tons on his days off and is just as busy as me. He takes the kids out to play in the afternoon to give me a break with the baby. Does all the laundry and runs errands with me. I don't expect him to do a thing other than get himself ready on days he works. Anyways, i think things are fair now but i didn't always see it that way. I didn't feel he was pulling his load on his days off and after talking to him about it failed I went with a little forced empthy. Shortly after our daughter was born I told him I was going to get my hair done and he would have to watch the kids. ALONE! teehee. I told him i'd be about 2 hours at the salon. Well, turned out it took about 4 hours. 3 hours into it my husband shows up at the salon with 2 toddlers and a baby all in tears. And ummm, one grown man close to tears. "You're not done yet?!?!" Poor guy looked so drained and pale. He can handle the 3 and 2 year old on his own but throwing the baby into the mix just pushed him over the edge. Before that he would always tell me how staying at home is so easy and he would give anything to trade places with me. I don't hear that anymore! And any time he does give me a hard time I threaten to go get my hair done!
I'm just tired of the social stigma that goes with stay-at-home moms. I mean sure, it's a very rewarding job and can be a lot of fun! But as we all know it aint all glamour! I do know both sides of the coin too. I worked a similar job to my husband's, at a warehouse. I lifted 20-30lbs boxes 8 hours a day while I was pregnant with my daughter. I still had to wake up with my son at 6am and head to work for 8am. Come home at 4pm and make dinner while taking care of a one year old (And on occasions a 2 year old). And guess what? I hate to admit it but there were days I looked forward to going to work to take a break from the mental/emotional stress. I mean for 8 hours straight I could actually hear my own thoughts!! Not that I don't love being a mom but hey, sometimes with so many little ones you forget how enjoyable peace and quiet can be ;)