Living the 'easy' stay at home life...

As many of you know, if you've been following this blog, I am staying at home with Edith. I thought I'd address some of the warped opinions that follow being a stay at home mum, and how it is, in fact, not a privilege, as some people would like to believe.


Now, I'll admit that I used to be one of these people. I used to think that being a stay-at-home parent was the easy option, choosing to not go to work to just sit around at home all day. I now know that that opinion was massively ignorant of me. After all, they say ignorance is bliss, eh?

Anyway, I know now that being that parent, is not as easy as perceived. I don't mean to say that going to work isn't hard, because I know the other side of that coin too. This is a different kind of hard. It's not always of the physical kind either. I mean, I know that being overly tired/hungry/dying for a toilet break can be exhausting, but I also know that being inside for the most part of the week can take it's toll emotionally too. 


I remember that when I was pregnant, I was so keen to make sure that I would make myself leave the house at least once a day, for a walk, lunch, whatever. Again, how naive of me to think that. There are some days where I can't bear the thought of having to make myself look presentable to go out. There are days where I just don't have the energy to want to do anything other than be at home with Edith. I've learnt that that's ok. It works for us, and I'm happy with it. Although, I know Max would rather I didn't drag him out at weekends (sorry, honey!). 

Being at home all day, and waiting for Max to come home, can be incredibly lonely sometimes. There are times that I long for some adult interaction, because there's only so many times in the day where I want to tell the cats off or roll about on the floor with Edith. Nobody can be perfect all of the time, but I wouldn't change any of it because I know how precious these years with Edith are. I know I'll be able to think back fondly of the things that I was able to experience with her.

'But what do you do all day?'

There are days that I feel like I can conquer the world, and there are days that I can just about manage to brush my hair. 

Being at home, is obviously not just about me. I don't like the days to blur into one for Edith, although I'm certain she won't remember any of her baby years, but I like to mix the days up a bit even if I'm not always popping out of the house. So, I like to do different activities with her such as getting her ball pit out, or doing some water play, or just getting out different toys for her on different days. Just so that she isn't experiencing the same thing day in and day out. After all, being at home doesn't mean to say that every day is the same

Around the house, now that Edith is happy to sit and play, means that I can get more jobs done. I can do a bigger clean, which always makes me feel so much better. Happy home, happy mind, right? 

As Max is out working, it's fair for me to make sure the house is tidy enough and that dinner is on the table for us too, and I enjoy doing it. I enjoy cooking, not for the food at the end because I think food is always nicer when cooked by someone else, but cooking gives me the chance to go into the kitchen for a while, without Edith attached to my boobs and stick some music on that I can sing along to - cliché right? 


As hard as some days are, they are completely outweighed by the good days. Like I said, I know that I'll be able to look back on these days and remember how special they are. I'm so grateful to Max, for agreeing and letting me be a stay-at-home mum, for now, because I'm able to be here with Edith. I know how hard he works for us, otherwise I wouldn't be lucky enough to be at home.

Are any of you stay-at-home parents? Are there any misconceptions that you've heard?

Thanks, lovelies.


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