by K.L.S.

Created on: October 27, 2009

"Stay at home mom." There is more meaning to that title than one might think. For the last 5 years, I have diligently stayed home with my children. To them, I am everything: A teacher, a cook, a nurse, a librarian, a playmate, a jungle-gym, a comedian, a police officer, a maid, an accountant, a taxi-cab driver. And yet, some people still have the audacity to say to me "it must be nice to sit at home and eat bon bons all day while watching tv."

My day usually starts at 7 am, and mind you, that is after a night spent up and down nursing my son. Every morning I make my children breakfast. Mushy cereal for my toothless (and precious) wonder boy and pancakes for my princess. After breakfast, I kiss my husband goodbye as he leaves for his 8 hour work day. Then it is time for the laundry. Laundry is the bain of my existence. It multiplies when I'm not looking, which I think would be okay if it at least offered to fold and put itself away. After starting the laundry, I clean the kitchen. Then I make beds, I vacuum or sweep and depending on what day of the week it is, I either dust, clean the bathroom or sit down and do the bills, make a grocery list and meal plan. Every day after lunch I home-school my daughter. On Tuesdays, I drive her to dance class and plaster a smile on my face while I wait the 45 minutes with the other mothers in the lobby. My son uses the 45 minutes to drool, babble, pull my hair and flirt with the other mothers. Every day at 6pm I start dinner so that it is ready and warm when my husband walks in the door. After dinner I clean the kitchen, continue with the laundry, bathe both children, put my son to bed, read to my daughter and usually "discuss" with her why it is bedtime for the 100th time in a row. By 9pm both kids are soundly asleep, my home is clean, the laundry is folded (it was a really good day if the laundry gets put away as well...) and I usually spend some time chatting with my husband.

Sometimes I feel as if I am a broken record, repeating myself each day. There are no sick days for me, I am always on cue. I gave up my fancy wardrobe a few years ago and am now content to leave the house with Cheerios stuck unknowingly to my butt and my hair in a ponytail. The one thing I never tire of though, is spending each day with the two most important people in my life...and knowing that I have the most important job in the world. A stay at home mom.

Now, if you'll excuse me, the laundry is piling up again.

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