Confession: I Suck At Being A Working Mom

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The most unnatural thing I have ever done is leave my babies to return to work.

I returned to work when Jack was 16 weeks old.  With Emily, I returned at 12 weeks.  On both occasions, I left them at daycare, stoically choking back tears as I walked to my car to commute to work.

I think of how much time I spend apart from my children, and launch into panic mode with every fiber of my being.

Friends and family often wonder how I “do it all”.  There really isn’t any magic to it.  I walked away from my children in their infancies, to spend ten hours a day apart from them, by telling myself that I am a responsible parent-  my children need health insurance, food, and shelter.  They would not have these essentials if I didn’t trudge my sleep-deprived body into work every day.

The truth is, I kind of suck at being a working mom.

Our house is a mess.  My son needs a haircut.  Sometimes Jack and Emily go for more than two days without a bath because we forget or don’t have the energy.  There is more processed food in our house than I would prefer because I don’t have the energy to cook.  And this all says nothing about my pony-tailed hair and neglected relationships.  I’ve yet to write thank you cards for Emily’s birthday which was months ago.

I can only juggle madly for so long until I give up and just drop all the balls.  Then the carpets don’t get vacuumed, the crud builds up on the stove top, and I let Jack watch extra television while I catch my breath.  Typically, the sight of Emily “snacking” on random crumbs on my raunchy living room floor sends me running to the vacuum, and the cycle begins anew.

After the kids are in bed, I curl up on the couch, desperately tired and bitter.  I want to track down those women’s lib ladies and ask them, “What the hell were you thinking?”

Jack gets really unhappy, testy and mean-tempered over the slightest things.  He tantrums, and calls us names.  I am so scared that this is my fault for not being around as much, for shuffling him around from place to place since he was a newborn.  I fear he is the symptom-bearer of the stress in our home.

We live a modest life.

My husband is an artist.  His work is freelance feast or famine.  Over the past year, it has been mostly famine.  We live in a small apartment and are constantly in each other’s faces and on each other’s nerves.  That said, we also manage to have fun together.

There is really nothing on which we can cut back in terms of our expenses so I could work less and be around more.  Because of the nature of my job, there are no short-cuts at work to reserve energy for when I am home.  My job depends on my ability to exude warmth and positivity to engage people in need.

I believe compassion is infinite and abundant, but sometimes I arrive home so drained, and it is nearly impossible to connect with the people at home who need my warmth and positive energy.

We have thousands of pictures of our children.  My husband has them on his computer and they function as his screen saver.  The whole family often zones out as these many happy moments blend over his screen.  Lately, I am stricken by the fact that Jack no longer looks like a baby, but like a real big boy in these photos.  I catch photos of him as a toddler out of the corner of my eye, and can not reconcile that this surly five-year-old is the same person as the baby in the photos.

Emily will follow suit, and morph from baby to child while my back is turned for but a moment.

As mindful as I try to be, these facts devastate me.  As mindful as I try to be, I have still missed so many moments of my babies’ lives when I was too tired, too busy, too stressed to tune in and turn up.

Getting ready in the morning is the worst.  Jack’s homework  has been cast onto the floor because he was too tired to do it when we all got home at 6:30 the night before.  Tears and snot flow down Emily’s face, as she sobs, because she has been left in her pack-and-play as we rush about getting ready to go.  I am struck by the full-on suckitude of my inability to balance everything the way I ought.

And here is the worst part of my confession:  I don’t know if I could stay home full-time with my children, even if it were an option.  Some days it is honestly easier to go to work and deal with incredibly damaged people, than it is to stay at home and manage my own brood.  Or maybe this is just something that I tell myself to take the sting out of knowing that mine will never be the life of a SAHM.

I wish this were one of those posts where I muse a bit, make some pithy observations, blah, blah, blah mindfulness, and then decide that in the end I truly rock this party.  It is not one of those posts.

I am, in fact, feeling guilty for taking the time to write this post, and dwell in negativity, instead of doing an hour of yoga or mopping the kitchen floor and cleaning the toilet.

I guess for now, the best that I can do is set some little goals for myself to try to do better.  So, I will check in and hug my kids three extra times every day this week, and try to smile a little more, in spite of my suckiness.

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18 responses »

  1. I’m not a mum yet (I still have a decade to go, or so!) but I would love to send you quite a few hugs after reading your post. Stay strong x 🙂

  2. Hang in there! My guess is that you are a wonderful mom because you give your all and do your best. Most of all- you obviously love your family more than anything! Being a parent is tough girl!

  3. We all struggle, even us SAHMs. You’re not alone. The time I have with my kids each day may be longer, but it isn’t always better. It’s the mad rush of family life, right? You’ll find ways to carve special time here and there. Hang in there.

    • Yes. . . carving out quality time is super important! I appreciate you reminding me that the life of a SAHM is no picnic either sometimes. I have so much respect for the works that all moms do in and out of the home. I just wish that our society were more even-paced in general so we all didn’t feel like we were rushing about all the time. And btw, I really like your blog– you write with a great sense of tenderness and humor that I just love. Thanks so much for commenting.

      • I hope my comment didn’t sound whiny and hey, don’t forget us SAHMs. Not at all what I meant. (It’s tough to get that right, isn’t it?) You’re right. I think it’s that keeping up feeling. The kids get home, we rush to do homework, to eat, to get here or there. When you rush, there aren’t a lot of loving words being said! I don’t think I felt that way as a child. Love this honest post. I think any mother can relate. And if not, I want to meet her! 😉

      • You didn’t sound whiny at all!! I honestly don’t know how you SAHMs do it. . . as much as I love my kids, I might go nuts if I was with them all day every day. I think it must be harder in some ways to find “adult” time as a SAHM, or so I have been told. It is all about balance, which in either case can be truly tough. You have no idea how much your kind words on my post mean. Truly, I thank you! Momaste, sister!

  4. oh you made me cry. i work very part-time from home and mother very full-time. still, it sounds like our houses are in a similar state of messiness, as are our long-haired, dirty kids. we’re all wearing so many hats, it’s hard to keep them piled up straight. it doesn’t mean we’re incompetent, it just means we’re mommas. (at least i tell myself this. 😉 ) i see friends who stay at home and seem to have it all together and sometimes it makes me feel inadequate. but what helps is remembering that we all have strengths and weaknesses. some people wrap their weaknesses up in a pretty package with a sparkly bow. others wear their shortcomings like clothing and forget about the brilliant gem that exists underneath. if we just can find the happy medium and live there with self-acceptance and composure… hmph. easier said than done. 😉 peace, charlotte! thank you for sharing!!!!

    • “Long haired, dirty kids” hahahahahah!!! That totally made me guffaw! Thank you, Vanessa, for your comment, and for stopping by at Momasteblog. It is infinitely reassuring to hear from other moms that they feel the same way. I think my new mantra will have to be “live here with self acceptance and composure,” especially the composure part, because that can be hard to come by, especially when trying to get everyone, including my hubs, out of the house in the morning. I look forward to sharing blog posts about our journeys with one another. It is always a treat to meet a kindred spirit! Thanks again for your thoughtful comment and empathy. Come back anytime, and momaste to you!

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