It is sad really. Why on earth do we do this to each other? What is it to another woman if I have children and work? Or if I'm a "Kept" woman (My SO works and I stay at home to raise the kids)? What is it to another woman if I'm at home and bake pies all day or teach my children to be little geniuses? (BTW I am by no means patient enough to teach my children, that is why I don't home school. Bowing down to homeschooling mom's now.) What is it to another woman if I chose to work a full time job while my husband becomes a SAHD? (I don't understand why this is done, but it's not my place to judge what works for another family. On that note I think my husband would be a phenomenal SAHD) What is it to another woman if I nurse or use formula? The list literally goes on.
Prior to my fourth child I had my own perceptions of motherhood. I did it all (okay I still didn't live up to June Cleaver), but I did take care of kids and work. My job is being home with my kids during the week and working awake overnights at my job on the weekends. My husband and I sacrifice seeing each other so we can raise our children. This is not by choice. Unfortunately, the direction things are going, the life of a one income family is just a pipe dream. So I was truly a Supermom. I had it all together and my house and children were pristine. I was also able to train for 5k's, 10k's and half marathons. Then comes L and it all blew up in my face. Supermom became Super Frazzled. I cannot keep up and I'm on maternity leave. I don't have a job to go to, I have all this time during the day. I should be teaching my kids and doing crafts. I should be June Cleaver. My laundry shouldn't be half folded in the living room. Okay, there are a lot of should's and should not's here. (Stopping long list here to spare you the boredom).
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(You'll meet her in my next posting)