![]() Avalon boasted waters calm enough to float in and just enough scenic spots to make going ashore with an infant totally worth it. It was Long Beach to Catalina that I last wrote and looking back I think island life was my favorite part of the entire trip. Thank god for iPhone time stamps and Instagram photo archives. So much has happened since I chronicled our last leg of the trip that I’ve damn near forgotten the highlights. Making sure we’re meeting our quotas, we’re nailing those milestones and we’re creating a well adjusted, good human to carry on our legacy.Ĥ1 days, 4 marinas, 7 anchorages and a little over one thousand nautical miles later and we’ve returned to our slip in Benicia. The days are long, but the years are short so I’m going to raise my little one with all of the enthusiasm of my previous business persona. Let us not worry about our dreams and aspirations making their way down a toilet while we potty train. The truth is, I don’t need to justify my new career to anybody (except my partner who now gets to buy my abundance of coffee so that I may be fueled enough to keep our spawn alive) Honestly though, it’s nice to go through the jobs’ description and remind myself and those who are also in my field that we’re doing BIG, VERY IMPORTANT, super necessary work. Corporate America is lookin like a god damn vacation right about now. I haven’t clocked out because, ha, jokes on me YOU NEVER GET TO CLOCK OUT.įun statistic research shows that the average stay at home mom works 98 hours a week-equivalent to two and a half jobs. I haven’t clocked in, because there are no time stamps accrued for the efforts of pacifying a 7 month old teething infant constipated from the avocado toast he gagged on for breakfast. And the floors I vacuumed less than 13 hours ago are covered in blocks that my son hasn’t learned how to put away yet. My hair caked with the grease of 2 minute max showers. Or be swindled into an elaborate dermatological pyramid scheme. I’ve yet to be able to sign up for hot yoga. I tend to look for a herd mentality when things don’t quite make sense so I took to the interwebs to find out if I’m alone in my observances or if there was a whole colony of women who are doing the absolute most disguised by a title that others (mostly idiots) consider to be doing nothing. Needless to say, this “not having a job” is proving to be harder than having one and frankly it’s blowing my mind. But we’re just out there, competing for “most likely to not raise an asshole” and doing it with little to no clout, acceptance OR pay. ![]() There are a couple cards, hand written on holidays, and maybe a shirt that says “cool mom” in the closet. There are no medals for this marathon though. It’s instilled in my blood to make my own money, earn my own way and never assume that the comforts of life would just be handed to me.īut then I shot a whole perfect human out of my innards and every day he wakes me up between 2 and 4 am to remind me that being a mom is the actual equivalent of running an 18 year marathon. Camp counseling my way to a paycheck before I could even drive. But then I immediately came to the conclusion that being a stay at home mom may be hard on my sanity, but being a working mom was too hard on my sanity… and my heart. I tried being all of the above while also managing a medical staff and taking my son to a nanny three days a week. All signs pointed to engulfing myself in the SAHM culture. ![]() We live way below our means not because we have to, but because we want to, and because of that, one income made more sense then going to work to pay for our son to be watched so that I go to work to do it all over again. And let us not forget…a music producer (e, I, e, I, oh bitches) I wash so many bottles my knuckles bleed. Im a stylist- picking out outfits sometimes two to three times a day because the first and second ones got soiled. Y’all are faking it for the gram for sureeee. Hats off to the MVP’s who are taking gold in every category. I really really really wanted to be able to do it all. “So, you’re just like home, all day, being a mom?” ![]() There’s so much weight to this title and I can’t figure out how something so inherently normal can also be so heavy? Heavy with guilt because I left my career to raise a smaller version of myself? Or heavy with fear because my identity may crumble while I’m walking my child into adolescence? Or maybe just heavy with uncertainty because there is no Human Resources to complain to about your shitty coworkers in parenting? If you’re anything like me pre-baby you’re probably wondering what silly acronym the parenting community came up with now? Could she be a Super Annoying Haitian Mobster you ask? Close as of last month I’m officially a Stay At Home Mom. ![]()
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