Yes, I fully realize the title of this post goes against everything I said works for me, but I now realize that I do have a niche! I am what I like to call the reluctant work at home mom and housewife! Seriously, it perfectly describes who I am, what I blog about and why I’m here.
The Reluctant WAHM
Doesn’t it sound just awful that I work from home reluctantly? Wouldn’t any mom give her left arm to be able to stay home with the kids AND make a living? Um, well, when you get to the point where you’re telling your spouse that they “get” to leave the house for work, you’ll understand what I’m talking about here!
Do I love being able to be with my kids? Yep! Do I love being able to do things like meet up with Mack on her way home from school to surprise her with a new bike? You betcha! But that doesn’t mean I don’t secretly long for an office away from home. Sure, I’d miss the snuggles and random kisses, but I would be able to do what I need to do and come back home and enjoy the kids without worrying about how to accomplish my work!
Do you think the coffee shop would charge me rent to go over there for about four hours every day and set up shop? Of course, they’d probably get annoyed the first few times I went behind the counter to make my own mocha, but they’d get used to it, right? And the caffeine rush might make me get through my work faster! Everyone wins!
The Reluctant Housewife
Seriously, I kind of hate all of the women who have it all together when it comes to getting the household chores done, dinner on the table, kids bathed and in bed all on some Stepfordian schedule. I really do want to be like that, I just don’t think I have the housewife gene in me.
As I sit here writing this, I know damned well there are things I could and should be doing, I just don’t want to. I don’t think I will ever be one of those crazy women who claims to enjoy housework and claims it’s a way to show her family how much she loves them. If that’s the case, my kids will need the residual income from my blogs years from now to cover their therapy bills.
And here’s a little tip in case you ever visit my home and you find me cleaning… RUN! Unless I have something that I have to clean to get ready for (in which case I’m going to be crabby because I don’t have enough time) I’m upset about something. And by upset, I mean I’m about ready to blow a gasket and taking it out on the mess is better than hitting something. True story.
We don’t all have to be the happy homemaker all the time. Some of us are just lucky to get through the day and do what needs to be done. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel blessed to have the stresses and messes in my life. It means I’m not perfect at it.