Diary of a Stay at Home Mom

A lot of people ask me if I miss working (um no). I guess they wonder where I get a sense of fulfillment from. Well, I try really hard to make my days at home extremely productive. I make to-do lists the night before. It gives me something to work toward and keeps me focused. I'm a visual person anyway, and I like to cross off lists. I can see though, how it would be easy to get stressed when your job title is "home manager." The problem is that you never leave the office. There have been a few days when I didn't get my list done and I kept working well after Terry was home. It's hard to stop working when you see-and are living amongst- what needs to be done. Gone are the days of leaving work mid-project and leaving a scattered and messy desk till the next day. If I leave a mess, I live in the mess.

So, the goal I work to is getting things done by the time Terry comes home. If I don't finish, I add it to the next days list and don't stress and if I finish early- guilt-free free time is in order! When Terry leaves in the morning the house and Micah are clean and happy. When he comes home, the same is true. But, what happens in the in between time is a tornado. Case in point- here is a picture of my house during laundry...


Then there's the stay at home mom's wardrobe! On this particular day Micah and I had been out somewhere for the morning and when we finally got home he was starving. So, I took my top off, leaving my tank on, threw on the 1st pair of sweat pants I saw (they just happened to have bleach stains from cleaning) and didn't even bother to take my jewelry off, but threw my hair in a pony and went to feed Micah. Of course, once I was done, I didn't bother changing. I'm sure Terry came home and thought, "Hot stuff!"


Micah never cares what I look like...



And here's the hair after a day of rolling around on the floor with the babe...


And, maybe most horrific of all, is what becoming a mom has done to my body. I'm sure the extra curves will continue to melt away, and the stretch marks or battle scars as Terry calls them, will fade. But, I'm proud of what my body's done and is capable of doing again. Life is God's greatest miracle and I'm grateful he allows women to be a part of it. I can't believe I'm doing this, but here's what I look like now...