I decided to be a “stay-at-home-mom” after my first daughter was 6 months old. I was home changing a diaper, thinking about a conundrum at my workplace, and the diaper took a turn for the worst. Soon after, I approached my husband and said that the trial period was over. I made the decision to have kids, and I wanted to be the framework for raising those kids - “distraction-free”. After running the numbers, we cut the cord and went solo on one income.
Eight years later, I’m still wondering what happened to the concept of “distraction-free”. I promptly had another child, volunteered for the local mothers club, started a home-based business, launched a few apps, and jumped head-first into blogging and social media. Instead of clocking-out from a cushy corporate job, I clocked-in every night to my laptop on the couch.
Why is my husband putting up with this arrangement when dinner every night is a gamble? Is it possible for a “mom” like me to take her foot off the gas? I don’t think there is an official answer key. My husband and I hash out the logistics of family life week by week, and found the odds are with us when the communication is flowing and the topics are interesting.
I continue to aspire to domestic greatness, but I no longer beat myself up when the definition of “domesticity” involves a flight to DC. That flight gave me a variety of topics to talk about with my kids and a lively dinner conversation with my husband. It may not look family-friendly on the label, but it got some electricity coursing through Mom’s veins, which is always a good thing.