At the end of last year I finally took the plunge and quit my job that I’d had for the past five years. Although I had nothing else to go into, I was coming home in tears every day and I simply couldn’t do it any more; I was snappy and miserable and fortunately we’re comfortable financially meaning I could get out of there quick.
I’ve worked since I was 16 so not earning my own money is totally new for me and to be honest I’m struggling with my new job title of ‘stay at home mum’.
A day with M on my own is so much harder than a day in any job I’ve ever done.
He’s impatiently poking my eyes at 6am asking for breakfast, we’ve endured our first tantrum before we’ve even got out of bed because he can’t decide between Rice Krispies or toast, and if I accidentally bring him melon instead of grapes he won’t let me forget it. I can’t shower in peace without having to shout through to the bedroom to reassure him that Paw Patrol WILL come back on after the credits then is the exciting task of wrestling his clothes on while he rides on his rocking horse wearing nothing but a smile.
I find myself repeating myself all day long, “don’t feed crisps to the rabbit”, “please take your willy out of that cup”, “don’t empty mummy’s make up bag into the bin’.
Never underestimate how difficult it is to keep a toddler entertained all day. The million dollar question is do we stay in and get every single toy out while I follow him round putting them all away again or do we attempt to leave the house? Which means I end up carrying him wherever we go because he won’t go in his pram or put his feet on the floor when I try and put him down. My right arm is like steel I swear.
Then when we’re home there’s getting dinner on with one hand while rearranging Mr Potato Head’s face with the other, bribing him into the bath then bribing him out 20 minutes later and re-reading the same book for the tenth time.
And that’s on a good day.
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done and there’s no let up. It’s not like leaving the office at 5pm and switching off for the evening like before.
So I don’t know why I’m having such a difficult time coming to terms with my new job title, it’s not like I’m sat at home with my feet up every day. It’s darn hard and I know I’m doing a good job.
Don’t get me wrong, it was no easier working full time as I was before but at least I could drink a hot cup of coffee and spend my own money.
I don’t think people appreciate being a stay at home parent is definitely a career in itself.