Coffee that is. I’ll take another coffee. I hate Monday mornings. Especially when it is dark and dreary.
The dishwasher is looking at me wondering when I am going to empty it. The washing machine is getting impatient waiting for the first of many loads to get started. My running shoes are sitting at the door in hopes of a brisk morning walk. My text books are curious as to whether or not they will be cracked open today.
My familiar friends are waiting with anticipation to see which one I will choose to tackle first today. You will have to wait a little longer my friends. As for now…I’ll take another coffee instead.
Why does the thought of having another coffee instead of tackling the daily chores of a stay at home mom make me feel guilty. I hate that I feel like I have to be “doing” something all the time. I am not entitled to just sit and relax. It is that whole stereotype of the stay at home mom eating bon-bons and watching Soap Opera’s that I am fighting.
I’ve been doing this stay at home thing for almost eight-teen years, minus the last attempt to go back to work before “the move.” It is just now that I have given myself permission to wear sweats, a pony tail and no make-up if I feel like it. Up to this point it has been “proper attire”, full make-up and hair fully styled.
Why do stay-at-home mom’s feel the need to justify what we do with our time? (Or is it just me?) It is an honorable job with little reward and no real recognition. I need to stop apologizing for what I do and if I want to have another cup of coffee, so be it. After all I can’t clock out at 4:00 and claim that my job is done for the day.