As I’m typing this while corresponding with a colleague via email at the same time, my toddler is creating a make-shift table out of an old diaper box, and my youngest is trying to devour an extra-large block. You may think, “Ah, that’s the life. She gets to be home with her kids and work at the same time.” It sounds fantastic on paper, and when you say it out loud, but in reality it’s sometimes stressful and leaves you feeling guilty. Here’s what I mean…
I started out my motherhood journey as a stay-at-home mom. I freelanced a little on the side during my daughter’s first year of life, but it was mostly just fun, small writing gigs here and there. When I was pregnant with BunBun, though, I actually started making enough money to regularly help pay a couple bills every month. I still wasn’t rolling in the dough, by any means, but I was working.
Just after BunBun was born, I hired a part-time babysitter to come over a few mornings a week to watch my toddler. They would play for several hours, giving me time to make my deadlines and work uninterrupted. This routine was fantastic, especially since BunBun was still in that immobile, sleep-all-the-time phase.
But then two things happened that rocked my WAHM mojo: my babysitter moved out of state, and BunBun transitioned from the newborn phase into the rolling-and-crawling-and-moving-everywhere-lightning-fast phase.