Nothing gets my blood boiling quite like the debate about who works harder, moms with jobs or stay at home moms.
Because all moms work, and it’s a 24/7 gig. And it’s hard. It’s exhausting. It makes you question yourself. It can reduce you to tears at any moment.
And what do we do? Tear each other apart over it even more. It’s ridiculous and it has to stop.
There’s no question there are differences between the lives of moms who have jobs and moms who don’t. We use our time differently. We all have the same 24 hours in a day and we all have to figure out how to use them the best.
Moms who go to work everyday? I know you don’t have it easy leaving your kids in daycare. Even if daycare is a relative or loving friend, I don’t know how you do it. And even if you love your job, I know it’s still rough spending that much time away from your babies. And when you get home you have to squeeze in as much time with your kids as possible, while trying to get to all the stuff you didn’t do while you were at work. Talk about stressful. And do you ever get it all done? Hell no. Not even close.
And moms who stay at home all day? I wonder how we manage to do it too. There’s no escape. A solo trip to the bathroom? Forget about it. And you know how before you had kids you could sit down and have lunch? That’s cute. Now a baby will cry or a kid will throw up or someone will come whining at you because the dog ate his cracker. And even though logic would tell you we must have so much extra time to get the laundry done, somehow it never is actually done. Neither are the dishes. And are the toys ever picked up? Not a chance. The rugs vacuumed? Yeah right. Did we even bathe today? Outlook not good.
Yeah, our lives are different. Our priorities aren’t all the same. But that’s okay. It’s no reason to fight. Because at the end of the day we probably all go to bed wondering how we could have done better. How we could have fit even more into our day. That’s what moms do.
I know this post won’t magically end the war. But sometimes you have to draw a line in the sand and pick a side. And the side I pick is moms.
All of them.
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