Saw this on some friends’ Facebook pages:
Let’s break this down by picture, shall we?
1. My friends who don’t have kids sometimes don’t understand why I want to stay home. But they have never, ever imagined that my home is a war zone. They know me and they know my kids.
2. My mother is no longer living. However, I am sure she would not have imagined me as a June Cleaver wannabe. She was a stay-at-home mom herself, so I’m sure she knows the realities. My mother-in-law, who is around the age my mother would have been, was not a stay-at-home mom. As far as I know, she doesn’t imagine me enjoying housework. Or wearing that to do it in.
3. I can guarantee with 100% certainty that my husband does not believe I watch television all day. I’m glad I married him.
4. What, exactly, does being a stay-at-home mom have to do with co-sleeping? I know plenty of families, with all sorts of work/stay home configurations, in which co-sleeping was part of parenting. I doubt that “society” associates the two. Also, those kids look pretty happy to me. If society thinks that staying home with the kids is one way to create a loving, happy family, then I’m not complaining.
5. I have no delusions of grandeur.
6. Aaaaand…nope. My days are, and always have been, a lot more boring than that. My eight-year-old multitasks better than I do. Huh, I guess according to that, he’s going to make one heck of a stay-at-home mom.
