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I’ve been a stay-at-home mom for a full 4 months now and I have a secret to tell you: I love every second of it.
It was no surprise to me that I ended up loving my mama day job- every dirty diaper, every snuggle, every sloppy-wet kiss. I even relish my daughter’s cranky mornings. Rarely do I miss going out to bars late at night and doing things that my fellow 20-something’s do; my priorities have changed. I’ve lived my party live to the fullest, and I’m perfectly happy baking cookies at home.
However, a couple of nights ago, a girl friend texted me and asked if I wanted to go out. Normally, my social anxiety would conveniently answer back and reply with, “That sounds so fun! But I have plans, sorry!” But this time I said yes.
I’d like to add here that I changed my outfit about 3 times because I couldn’t even remember what kind of clothes I used to wear when I did go out. I can’t show off my belly button anymore! Tight pants?? Forget it! I don’t even OWN dresses that aren’t specifically designed for breastfeeding. I slapped on some make-up on my eyes and managed to brush my hair for the first time in about a week. She came over to pick me up at the very conservative hour of 4:00PM. We were off. In the car on the way to the first bar, she tells me….
“Ugh, I could never have kids. I’m having too much fun being single.”
That’s great for you, Felicia. I’m happy you’re happy. But I don’t understand this whole parent shaming thing that started happening with young parents. My childless friends are always somehow passively feeling sorry for me. I LOVE my new life and role. I LOVE being a mom. And yeah, been there, done that. I’m now happily married to the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. I’m having fun, too.
“We should have a girl’s weekend and go out and meet new people.”
That sounds like the worst idea, literally ever. First of all, being away from my daughter for 3 hours was already hell for me. Secondly, why do people assume that nannies just fall from the sky? If I do find someone else to watch my baby, the first person I’m going out with is my husband.
So, after a 15-minute-car ride (during which I realized that I have nothing in common with people my age group anymore), we get to the bar. I order this sassy St. Germaine drink. I sit down, I take a sip. She introduces me to a coworker she runs into and says, “Yeah, she just had a baby so I decided to take her out for her first night out!” And the guy with the hipster dreadlocks says to me…
“Oh man, I’d want a drink, too, if I had a kid.”
I’m not drinking because I need to escape my life as a mama. I’m drinking because it’s delicious and I happen to love St. Germain.
Suddenly everyone was so interested in me; not like before when I was single. No, they were all fascinated with the fact that I’m 26 with a 4-month-old.
“So, who hates changing diapers the most?”
Uh, no one. We’re adults and we love our daughter.
“Get a babysitter and we can go out tomorrow night, too!”
Ha!! HAHA!! This was the most hilarious comment I had all night. Sure, let me call a stranger that doesn’t know my baby so they can watch her while I take two nights in a row off from my parental responsibilities. See you tomorrow!
“I get it. I just got a puppy.”
No. No, you don’t get it. Yes, puppies are TONS of work, but I’m raising a HUMAN. It’s not remotely the same thing.
“Oh, so you just get to chill at home all day with your kid?”
Yeah, that’s exactly what I do. I chill. Nevermind that just yesterday I literally held my munchkin for 3 straight hours because she was crabby and didn’t want to be out of my arms. (Real talk: have you ever gone to the bathroom while holding your newborn? Being a new mom is crazy!!) Being a stay-at-home mom doesn’t mean I get to lay down and relax. It’s hard work. It’s a full-time job that never ends. I haven’t even been able to blog this past week because every time I sit down at my laptop, her baby-senses go bonkers and she wigs out on me.
When the night was over, I rushed inside my house, scooped up my mini-monkey, and told my husband about my jam-packed night. Then, I happily fell asleep, ready to do my mama thing all over again the next morning.
What’s the most annoying thing someone has told you about being mama? Leave me a comment below!
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