I was just thinking about this motherhood
journey, and how really unlikely I seem
as a candidate to be a stay at home mom.
At least, by society’s standards.
First of all, I can’t clean to save my life.
If you ask me to help you,
know I will just stare at piles of laundry
and remain motionless,
as the complexity of it leaves me in an almost catatonic state.
I am royally disorganized. One peek inside our abode
will prove this to you, hands down.
My mom, a posh Brit with OCD, nonstop reminds me of how I am literally the
worst homemaker in the history of homemaking.
It is most likely true.
I am the type of person that actually needs to sit and think
I call it contemplation, my mom calls it
I am a bibliophile and writer. The kind of writer that meets the stereotypes:
sleeps a lot
never has any money on them
looks like they haven’t seen light in days
Anyhow, when I was pregnant, the thought of how different I would need to be
to succeed as a traditional stay at home mom absolutely plagued me.
I was 25 and living in Hollywood. People thought I was a pregnant teenager.
I would go into game stores and tell kids what games to get; this
freaked out their moms.
I assumed I would be unable to be a proper mom, since I can barely
take care of myself.
However, I was in fact very wrong.
Although I am absolutely not the traditional homemaker and again,
never hire me to clean or ask me to help with the dishes
as I may break them
somehow it didn’t matter.
I am not a 50s housewife and absolutely
a soccer mom, but still we in fact manage well.
And as a writer, it is perfect for me to work/write from home
( procrastinate, that is)
and run this lifestyle blog.
I still need to have my time for contemplation, my time to play a video game
or watch a B rated movie…or something equally as dorky.
And my actor husband needs his game time.
But it all works out!
Anyone else feel like a really unlikely candidate for stay at home mom of the year,
but somehow you manage?