Finding Joy in Being a Stay at Home Mom


Being a SAHM is a calling. It’s not for everyone and it’s not easy. Childhood is messy and keeping little people alive and happy day in and day out takes a toll on a woman’s sanity. A few weeks ago I documented my day, the good, the bad and the crazy. I shared it on my personal Facebook page and the feed back I received really motivated me to start this blog. I had so many moms message me, telling me how their crazy days wipe them out too. How they stay stressed and exhausted. I know the feeling, STRESSED is my best accessory. Here is my original post…

My day:
Olivia crawls into bed with us at about 3 am. Asks for her sippy cup around 4. I closed my eyes for 5 minutes then John wakes me up asking if I know where his navy blue slacks are. I don’t … it’s 7:10. I’m supposed to be up at 6 but I am glad to sleep in
Got the kiddos up around 8, made more waffles than I can count, Olivia can’t decide what kind of waffles she wants. She changes her mind 3 times. Ends up eating the first set of waffles I made her.
School starts at 9, after telling the boys about a dozen times that they need to get dressed and brush their teeth.
Find that Kaden has neglected a few science questions so I start him there. Collin has a spelling test, Olivia needs to potty so we pause the test so I can take her.
The dog wants out (has to be the 15th time today)
Resume spelling test.
Kaden has a science question…
Finish test.
Dog wants back in.
We head to the mail box. The boys race, Liv tries to keep up. Much needed energy release.
Get home and everyone wants a snack.
Dog wants back out.
Liv doesn’t want a yogurt, she throws it on the floor and asks for goldfish.
Dog wants back in, eats yogurt off the floor (victory)
Clean up snacks and give Collin his math test, Kaden does his reading. Olivia has to potty.
Dog wants out again, send snide text to John about the little dog.
Collin starts seatwork, Kaden is still reading… laundry time
Fold laundry get half way through and Olivia wants to read a book…
Read to her, play for a few, resume laundry. Make sure all baseball uniform items are laid out and accounted for. (something will disappear between now and 4 pm)
Collin is still doing seat work so I start language with Kaden, Olivia has to potty again.
Take her, then we start language again.
Dog wants in.
Back to diagramming sentences. I write them on the white board, Olivia scribbles below me and “teaches” Kaden too.
Make a cup, take a couple of sips and move on to math with Kaden.
Collin should be reading but he’s caught up in the Yo Gabba Gabba episode that Liv is watching… I get him refocused and throw lunch in the oven…
Dog wants out…
Check Kaden’s math problems and correct them together.
Switch out the laundry and put the clean stuff away.
Collin tells me a random fact about beavers, we aren’t learning about beavers
Run and grab a shower while the boys take a 15 minute break with Olivia.
Get out of the shower before I’m finished because Olivia has to potty again and we don’t want an accident.
Hop back in, rinse my hair and rush back out to make sure the boys aren’t killing each other.
Dog is barking to get back in. Seriously, what’s wrong with this dog??
Switching out laundry again
Collin is having “Olivia time” with her, playing in her room. She manages to pour an entire water bottle of bright red fruit punch crystal light onto her bed.. Collin must not have been watching her very closely.
Explain to him the importance and responsibility of helping with a 2 year old. Strip her bed and throw it in the wash and serve lunch.
She doesn’t want chicken, she wants waffles. This time the answer is just “no”
After lunch, we finish up Kaden’s school and run to the mailbox again to tire Liv out before her nap…
Is it naptime yet?? , uninterupted coffee and more house work…

Moms have two choices. We can let every interruption frustrate us, let every task become mundane. We can long for the days when our kids are grown and independent. We can wish childhood away, like these are just inconvenient miles on the path to our lives.
Or we can choose to relish this time. To count these messy steps as joy. To make memories that will carry us through when our nests are empty. I will miss these days. I will miss the mess of childhood. The long school days, the late nights at the ball field and the slushies on the drive home, even though Collin spills his every time. I will long for their tiny faces.
Not everyone’s calling is glamorous or prestigious. My calling is to be Mommy. To have my kiddos here with me. To teach them and help them grow to be godly, productive people. I’ll miss them when they’re gone. Enjoy them while they are here, little and needy. I love knowing that one day, they’ll be grown and gone and I’ll have these memories. They are etched in my heart forever.