I dropped kids off at school (and then picked them up later on).  I grocery shopped for the week.  I cleaned the main level of our home.  I started dinner and prepped meals for the rest of the week.   I started laundry, put away some clean clothes, organized BabyMuffin’s cloth diapers, and picked up some clutter that I’d been avoiding.  I raked leaves outdoors, and got all the trash out of the house.  I played with the children, got them down for naps/quiet time and kept on cooking, cleaning, organizing…

I was an Awesome Housewife.  This so rarely happens that I must toot my own horn when I get a chance.  :)

I’m excited for all I’ve gotten done, but you know…I still feel like there’s so much more I could and should accomplish.  This is undoubtedly the number one complaint I have in staying home:  my work never seems to be done.   I know this occurs in jobs outside the home, too…and moms who work outside the home also have household duties to deal with when they are done with their paid jobs.  I’m just complaining about my non-paying stay at home job because, well, it’s my life.

I wonder if my expectations for what I ought to be doing as a stay home mother and “housewife” are unrealistic.  I can’t help but compare myself to my own mother, who worked a full-time job outside the home, had a nutritious dinner on the table every night, kept the house clean, kept the laundry piles to reasonable mounds and kept the pantry stocked.  However, she was tired most of the time, and rarely had any energy to be Mom.  That’s what I hope to avoid by not holding down a job outside the home…I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to be focus and enjoy raising my children.  I’m also blown away when I realize Mom fully supports my decision to stay home, despite financial struggles, because she doesn’t want me to be burnt out as she was.  I wonder if she would choose differently for herself if she could go back.