amiegrace
01-21-09, 07:15 PM
I was stuck in the house with my husband and daughter because of a snow storm for like, three days. My daughter is very active and I love her . . . . but I was so grateful to go back to work.
I am pregnant and I was trying to decide if I was going to try to stay home with the baby and deal with the financial stress. I stayed home with my first, and parts of it I loved, but I feel so guilty about not "really" wanting to stay home for too long this time. I go to a church where people are very into mothers staying home, and I think my guilt stems from feeling like it would be best if my children had a mother who could stay home and be occupied and routine oriented and productive and pleasant and happy. That's just not me. I turn into a lump of Jello. It's like swimming through syrup to try to be at home. Mind you, when I work, I spend all day trying to teach ungrateful behaviorally disordered kids who cuss me out all day, and yet . . . . I am so much happier when I'm working. I've even come to the point that I dread the long vacations . . . because after two weeks at home, I'm like, I didn't even clean out a drawer? And I get moody and depressed because I have too much time to think and not enough for my brain to chew on.
I feel like I am about three rungs down from the "real" mothers. I have friends who stay home with, like, three or four kids, and it doesn't seem to phase them at all.
I don't want to be this way. My husband is okay with it, he'd rather have me working because of the clingy mess I become when I'm home, and the money doesn't hurt, of course.
This is more of a way to get this off of my chest than anything else. Anyone else floating in this boat with me?
I am pregnant and I was trying to decide if I was going to try to stay home with the baby and deal with the financial stress. I stayed home with my first, and parts of it I loved, but I feel so guilty about not "really" wanting to stay home for too long this time. I go to a church where people are very into mothers staying home, and I think my guilt stems from feeling like it would be best if my children had a mother who could stay home and be occupied and routine oriented and productive and pleasant and happy. That's just not me. I turn into a lump of Jello. It's like swimming through syrup to try to be at home. Mind you, when I work, I spend all day trying to teach ungrateful behaviorally disordered kids who cuss me out all day, and yet . . . . I am so much happier when I'm working. I've even come to the point that I dread the long vacations . . . because after two weeks at home, I'm like, I didn't even clean out a drawer? And I get moody and depressed because I have too much time to think and not enough for my brain to chew on.
I feel like I am about three rungs down from the "real" mothers. I have friends who stay home with, like, three or four kids, and it doesn't seem to phase them at all.
I don't want to be this way. My husband is okay with it, he'd rather have me working because of the clingy mess I become when I'm home, and the money doesn't hurt, of course.
This is more of a way to get this off of my chest than anything else. Anyone else floating in this boat with me?