First, let me say this: I'm so thankful that I can stay home with my son.
It was something I started thinking about the day I found out I was pregnant. I was blessed to have a job where I could work from home, but that set-up also meant that I was pretty much stuck where I was - there wouldn't be any moving up or change of pace in any way. So while I enjoyed what I was doing, it was starting to feel a little too routine for my taste. I didn't feel fulfilled by it anymore.
Which meant that if I continued working, it would be mostly for the paycheck. Thankfully, even though it's taken some major adjustment, Andrew's paycheck is enough to sustain our little family. So the decision was made.
In full disclosure, there are days when I miss it. I miss the work clothes and the meetings and the being around adults and feeling like I was good at something. But then I think about all the ways I can watch Jack learn and grow firsthand and I feel so, so blessed. So there's that.
But here's the real story about being a stay-at-home mom: I hate that term.
I'm just a mom who stays at home.
Except I'm NOT.
There's a lot more that goes on around here than just being a mom. I don't hang out in my mom jeans with unshowered hair and talk to my baby all day. I do a lot of the obvious: cleaning, laundry, cooking.
But I also manage the finances. And make appointments. And coordinate schedules so we can take care moving stuff. Etc, etc, etc.
But also. I'm not a stay-at-home MOM. I'm not a stay-at-home WIFE. As much as I love being a mom and a wife, I don't recall leaving my identity at the altar or in the hospital room where Jack was born. So maybe I'm a stay-at-home Page?
I kind of like the term household manager.
I feel like that does a better job of accurately describing what I do all day. It feels more official. Or something, I don't know, but I'm not a SAHM.
People. This is serious. What am I??