Mommy Dog Days - Part 1

Today is one of those mommy dog days where it starts off well and then slowly nose dives into an unseen abyss. I will preface this redactation by saying that yes, I CHOSE to stay home and raise my son, and that I do love it and wouldn't trade any of these days for anything. But I will follow that with saying that after two degrees, an advanced degree, working in engineering and then in libraries (will go back), this is the hardest job I will ever do in my life. Not only is it exhausting, but it comes with caveats you didn't anticipate. What are they? Well, you knew about feeding a baby, clothing a baby, and all of the other baby tending things - well, you knew what they were, not necessarily how much out of you it would really take. You also kind of knew, my husband and I had discussed, what our roles would be inside the home and out as far as chores, cooking, cleaning, landscape maintenance, etc. What no one told you though, was that you would also have to run every single errand (go to the bank, the post office, the car maintenance thingy, etc.) that needed to be taken care of Monday through Friday 8 - 5 with your child while you did everything else - grocery shopped, cooked 3 meals and 5 snacks per day (healthy if you're me, take longer), make sure the house doesn't come down on you from piles of laundry and dust, put up with your child's demands and whining while you are trying to discipline him so he doesn't grow up to be a heathen and try to teach him things through play that now seem necessary before you send them to pre K, try to have yourself, your child and the house in some presentable shape so when your husband walks in the door at 6 o'clock from a hard day you don't hear him sigh that disgusting sigh implying "What did yo do today?" with still 1/3rd of the day to go. And no matter how much you have thus far on this job you've learned to anticipate, plan and organize, the inevitable still holds true, shit happens.

Go to Part 2 for a sample, random day of what this entails.