I’m amazed at all the times people think that because I’m home I must not be busy. I must have my feet propped up with the television on. Maybe I’m flipping through a catalog or magazine to see what I should friviously spend my hard-working husband’s wages on. Yes, “home” means lazy. If I’m home, I must not have anything to do.
Wow. I can barely imagine being bored at home. My children don’t cook for themselves, dress themselves, change their own diapers, clean up their messes, wash their own dishes, wash and fold their own laundry, or school themselves. Also, my house doesn’t clean itself, vacuum, dust, mop, or otherwise help with clean-up. My clothes and dishes don’t wash or dry themselves either. And don’t even get me started on the checkbook, budget, grocery list, or other paperwork that requires concentration not even remotely possible when my children are around.
I don’t know about you, but I think I’m busier at home than I am when I’m lugging my kids around to soccer and cheerleading.
I’m not angry at the people who think I do nothing though. Honestly, it makes me wonder what THEY do all day.
I admit that I do alot of work that others deem unnecessary. I homeschool, but most others send their children off to public school. I can as much produce as possible at the end of summer, but most people just buy their canned goods at the store. I cook from scratch, but most people go out to eat or cook convenience food. I’m sure there’s more, but I think I’ve explained it well enough as is.
I suppose I could be less busy at home if I really wanted to, but I’d be compromising who I am and what I believe, and I can’t in good conscience do that. I’m at stay-at-home home-schooling health-nut frugal mommy who tries her best but still can’t figure out why there always has to be at least 20 building blocks on the living room floor less than 20 minutes after I clean all the toys up.
So, don’t worry about interrupting me, but please don’t assume I’m just being a couch potato all day either.