I think it’s time. The honeymoon is over. My love affair of being a Stay at Home Mum is starting to wane.
For almost two years I have been in bliss, living the dream I never knew I wanted. Looking after my two little munchkins and making sure the house runs smoothly. For almost two years I fed and bathed these two in time for my hubby to arrive home from work. Dinner would be minutes away from being on the table and I would marvel at how quickly my life had become a 1950s sitcom (sans the canned laughter). For almost two years I did not think about work.
But recently the seed was planted, and maybe this was the reason, or it was just a natural occurrence, but my patience has been wafer thin. I have been on. the. edge.
Suddenly, I can’t wait to get back to work and find my identity again. I know, I know. I shouldn’t define myself by my job, but I can’t help it. For most of my professional life, I defined myself in this way. It has been a lovely break, being a Stay at Home Mum. I have loved it. But I feel all of us growing out of this stage of our lives. My eldest is off to school next year and my youngest will be entering the child care system.
We will still have a majority of the week together, as I will only be working part-time. But for now at least, the honeymoon is over.