Don't misunderstand me: I LOVE my kids, my husband, my life in general. I appreciate that I can stay home and that we can afford to have me do it. I am incredibly lucky to be married to a man who puts his family before pretty much everything. (Except Spanish futbol, but that's another conversation entirely.) Being a stay at home mom is the best fit for us at this stage; I didn't have a full-fledged career when I had August, so didn't have anything I was passionately looking forward to returning to after a maternity leave.
This 'picture perfect life' is more complex and interesting than that title would lead you to believe. When I really dig down, my issue is that, if this is what easy and perfect look like, why do I have so many frustrating encounters with people who aren't parents or stay at home parents? Am I allowed to vent about my kids' bad sleeping habits, or will that pop the bubble? If I admit to struggling more days of the week than not, will I get the brush-off? And, even when things aren't picture perfect, am I allowed to still enjoy it? One of my favorite pictures of the boys so far (nearly six months into brotherhood) is this one of August very gingerly pulling a booger out of Bash's nose. Gross? Yes. Endearing and gentle? Absolutely.