Stay-at-home-moms have heard two questions since the beginning of time (or was it the latest Karda*shian reality show, I always get those two mixed up) . . . er, (1) "What do you *DO* all day?" and (2), in my more recent small talk experience, "When are you going back to work?"
I've grown accustomed to answering Question #1, but I admit something about the "When are you going back to work?" phrasing still throws me every time. This will come as a complete surprise to y'all, but my first instinct whenever asked could best be described as acerbic, "And what exactly about raising a squirmy, snotty, 16-month-old boy terror doesn't sound like work to you?" I realize that my questioners probably aren't implying that I sit around all day watching soap operas doing nothing - though if given the chance, I'd wager my shoe collection that both I and the questioner would apply for that job - but the question rankles at first nonetheless.
Once I pause to dismount my Smug Mummy High Horse, my second instinct is to answer with a partial truth, "I haven't decided what I want to do when I grow up yet; I'm happy at home for now." If we're being honest, I'm doing *exactly* what I've always dreamed of doing in raising a family full-time, but that answer seems to baffle many. Surely I'm just on a break from being the high-powered lawyer they seem to imagine I once was (hint: I wasn't)? And if I'm not, what do I DO all day? *see Question #1 above* *hits head on keyboard*
Truth is, I'm ok not knowing what the future holds for me profession-wise. I'm lucky enough to be staying home with Master P, and that is enough for now - what I find puzzling is that it isn't enough for some others. If my circumstances change and I need or want to go back to work, I'll reevaluate then. I recognize that by stepping out of the workplace for a time I may be limiting those options, but that's a risk outweighed in my mind by the benefits of staying home with this . . .
|Photo credit to my fabulous Mommy Mafia friend & talented photographer, Ziem Photography.|
So, darlings, please forgive me if we meet at a party and my vision clouds for a minute should we get into the "When are you going back to work?" line of talk. It's taking me a bit to learn the jargon in this new line of work - yes, I'm stubbornly insisting we call it work - of mine, but I'm hoping I'll get it figured out by the time Master P enters PrincetoDartmoutYaleFord, ie, the University of No Pressure.