A Day in the Life of a WAHM: The Night I Lost My Shit!

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The Life of a SAHM: The Night I Lost My Shit #momlife

Being a work at home mom has its perks. Like a lot of perks. I can work in my jammies, I often do. I can set my own schedule to an extent. But it’s not all sunshine and lollipops and last night, I kind of lost my shit. OK, I totally lost my shit. Like all the shits I had totally went out the window. I stopped giving shits and it might have been past time. Let me back up and explain yesterday, every day in fact, so that you can understand how my days go. Strap yourself in because you’re about to live the day in the life of a WORK at home mom.

I wake up between 5:30 and 6:00 am. I get breakfast for the babies, take out their vitamins, pour their drinks, and take their lunches out of the frig that I prepared the night before. I pour a cup of coffee (hello!) and take the dog out to potty. I wake the babies up by 6:15 am with a “good morning, it’s going to be a great day!”, and sit them down for breakfast. There’s typically a fight that I ignore. I hold my shit and encourage them to finish their breakfast, get dressed, go brush their teeth, brush their hair, grab their book bags, get out the door. This should be a 30 minute routine since everything is laid out for them. It’s typically no less than 45 minutes. Oh well. Into the car we go at 7:00 am, 15-20 minute drive to school.

7:15 am…I drop them off with a kiss goodbye, a hug, and a, “Bug, be good, you can do this!” and a “Bubby, be a good boy and learn something new you can teach mommy”. 20 minutes back home if traffic agrees.

WAHM log, daily, 7:35 am…I’m home. Time for bon bons, alone time, and Jerry Springer. OK, so I really do turn the channel on for Jerry Springer’s hot mess of a show that will come on at 8:00 am, but not to watch, just because I need the white noise. I’m used to arguing. Apparently I can’t work without it. Plus, what’s a bon bon for real?

7:55 am, clean up the mess from the night before, sit down, schedule up socials, write down my to do list for a day of work…oh wait…I forgot…I need to run upstairs and brush my teeth and hair, I might have meetings today! Plus…hygiene!

8:00 am…sit down at my computer and really get to work. Real work, people. I have a job. People don’t realize that because I don’t PREACH, but I work ALL DAY LONG for money. I have meetings (yes, from home), I have deadlines, I have people working for me (shut up…I laugh at that too). I manage a product, a new launch, there’s stress. Oh, and while I work my 8 hours at my real job (I might work more than that), I’m also dealing with calls from school nurses and teachers, paying bills, filing taxes (OK, I’m behind on that), cleaning up the house, doing laundry (no folding required), balancing checkbooks, making shopping lists, figuring out what’s for dinner, and occasionally I get to delve into this silly blog of mine. From home…until 3:00 pm (sans shower and food I might add…who has time for that?).

3:00 pm…I close down the computer, walk the dog, set the alarm, and head out the door for the 20-minute drive to pick the babies up from school. Yesterday, I got a call from the school nurse on the way that helped me on my lose-my-shit journey for the evening. Pick them up, typically head to the grocery store for staples, then home.

4:00 pm…more work. Remember, full time job? Yea, that. Emails have been coming in while I was gone, tasks haven’t been completed. I work my “real” job while I prepare dinner, help with homework that refuses to get done (Bug..do it!), get out uniforms for the next day (that I dig from the unfolded pile of laundry I did that day), prepare lunches for the next day, and listen to spoiled children argue about what they will and won’t eat, what Wii or whatever games they do/don’t want to play, and TELL me what they like/don’t like for dinner. All the while, I work, I clean up messes, I cook, I lay out clothes, I prepare lunches, and I accommodate.

Every day. Every night. Accommodate. Quietly accommodate while B works outside of the home and teaches school twice a week. Just me and my bon bon schedule. I hold my shit.

This time? Bug refused to do her homework…again. Bubby had no interest in what we were eating. In fact, he demanded I heat up the deep fryer to cook him his favorite chicken nuggets despite the fact that there was a full meal cooked. Bug snuck in the frig and stole some cherries. I looked around, still having work to do, lunches to fix, clothes to lay out, and they had crap everywhere. No one to help me.

6:00 pm…nothing felt right. Work wasn’t done, homework (Bug’s only) wasn’t done, clothes weren’t laid out, dinner wasn’t eaten, lunches weren’t made. It was a hot mess in here and I’d had it.

7:00 pm…I LOST MY SHIT. I took all of the toys, the clothes they’d thrown in the floor, the books from homework not done…I threw it all in the middle of the floor and I told them to get their stuff together. Get it cleaned up, including the attitudes, or get it gone.

7:02 pm…man, it got quiet in here.

7:05 – 8:30 pm…I got a lot of work done. A LOT.

9:00 pm…cleaned up, bed time, calm. But, I’d lost my shit. All but that is the typical life of a WAHM.

9:15 pm…back in the kitchen for dinner clean up, lunch prep, breakfast prep, lay out the clothes, and a double check of what I forgot to do for work today. Another hour or 2, I might regain my shit. I’ll get caught back up and I’ll be ready to face 5:30 am where it starts all over again.

12:00 am – 2:00 am – Sometime between this window, I usually give up and go to sleep.

5:30 am…Oh, you know.

Anyway, the life of a WAHM has awesome benefits. I totally love my life. I love my family, my husband, my kids, my job. Typically everything is awesome. But before you think we sit around and eat bon bons and do nothing all day? STFU! Some days, a lot of days, are AWESOME, but some days aren’t. Those are the days, on the rare occasion we forget to regain our composure, that we completely lose our shit. Last night, I lost my shit.

I’m not proud. But sometimes…when your kids feel too privileged and don’t know what a struggle really is since they’ve never experienced one…when life gets overwhelming? That’s when you schedule “lose your shit” in at around 7:00 pm and hope for a better day tomorrow.

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Christy Gossett, managing editor of SoFabFood and creator of the healthy living blog, Insanity Is Not An Option, is a WAHM of 6 kids ranging in age from 27 to 8. She enjoys sharing her heart-healthy, low sodium recipes to help others with dietary restrictions enjoy a flavorful life while maintaining a healthy diet.

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  1. lol Wow! You could’ve dubbed that a day in my life, too, except for the getting up early part. I’m really proud of you that you only lost it for 2 minutes. Mine would’ve shown a time from 7-7:30pm. For reals. Sometimes, oftentimes, the people in our homes just don’t get it all either. HUGS! Hoping today’s better.
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  2. We all have days where we lose our shit. Just last week I ran out of fucks to give. <3
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  3. I know that feeling well. You aren’t alone. I lose my shit sometimes too 🙂

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