I quit my job. My real job. You know the one where you go everyday or multiple times a week and do work and then get paid? Yeah, that one. It’s been almost 2 years since I did that but there are still some days that it feels like it was yesterday. When I first decided to quit my job I had all sorts of expectations as to what I’d do all day, how I’d feel, what kind of Mom I would be, how clean my house would be … well, you get the point, right?
Deciding to quit my Registered Nurse career and stay at home with my kids wasn’t an easy decision. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t love my job, but I liked my income. Once upon a time, quite some time ago, in the early stages of my career, I would have told you that I loved my job. I didn’t have kids and I went to work and came home, had a few days off and then I went to work again a couple of days later and I didn’t think twice. I loved the people that I worked with and I loved the people that I cared for and their families. And then I had kids.
If I showed you something would you judge me? I mean really, from one Momma to another, could you honestly say you wouldn’t have a little judgement of my ability to care for and keep up with my household if you looked at this photo?
This was my day in a nutshell. I’ve had a day where I go from one room to the next, picking up a disaster left by my twins. I shipped my other two kids off to school early this morning and so they’ve had no part in this.
My living room floor was a disaster by about noon today. You see, I had taken about 20 minutes to pick up all the toys downstairs and vacuum all the crushed up Cheerios out of the carpet and picked out all old raisins that were smooshed into the fibres. All the while I thought my boys were playing puzzles upstairs; little did I know that they had other ideas. They totally destroyed the game closet and spread it from one end of the living room to the other. When I finished vacuuming, I ran upstairs to make them lunch and I promptly saw what they had done. I’m going to be honest, my blood was boiling.