Last night shortly after we tucked Mae into her bed, she came downstairs holding her hand to her ear and whimpering about it hurting. She was up off and on most of the night holding a warm compress against her ear and occupying the big recliner in our living room. This morning when there was no improvement to her ouchy ear, I called school to say she would not be there today and made an appointment at the pediatrician's office. I didn't have to find somebody to fill in for me for the day or rush around to find a sitter and rearrange my whole schedule. Nope, this is what I'm here for.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Why I Do What I Do
So, if you've been reading this blog for some time, you know I don't work. Well, that's not entirely true. I milk cows at a local dairy farm (Moooooo!) once a week and I do photography as often as I can but other than that, I'm home. Almost every day I can be found here at the house washing clothes, making meals, making sure everybody has their necessary prescription medications and favorite cereals, waking up early with the Gardener and getting the kids on the bus in time for school. Most of what I do goes unnoticed by my family but they don't seem to mind coming home to a relatively clean house and a hot meal on the table every evening. And it's days like today that I don't regret our family's decision to do with a little less income in exchange for flexibility.
Last night shortly after we tucked Mae into her bed, she came downstairs holding her hand to her ear and whimpering about it hurting. She was up off and on most of the night holding a warm compress against her ear and occupying the big recliner in our living room. This morning when there was no improvement to her ouchy ear, I called school to say she would not be there today and made an appointment at the pediatrician's office. I didn't have to find somebody to fill in for me for the day or rush around to find a sitter and rearrange my whole schedule. Nope, this is what I'm here for.
Last night shortly after we tucked Mae into her bed, she came downstairs holding her hand to her ear and whimpering about it hurting. She was up off and on most of the night holding a warm compress against her ear and occupying the big recliner in our living room. This morning when there was no improvement to her ouchy ear, I called school to say she would not be there today and made an appointment at the pediatrician's office. I didn't have to find somebody to fill in for me for the day or rush around to find a sitter and rearrange my whole schedule. Nope, this is what I'm here for.
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7 comments:
Being a stay-at-home mom is an important job. LK always lets me know that he is well aware of how hard my job is. It's good to be appreciated.
I hope Mae feels better soon!
I agree with Shady Lady it is good to be appreciated. Hope she feels better soon.
And I would never say you don't work, you just don't work outside the home (much). But yes, that's a relief when you know you are at home because you are needed at home. It worked well for us until Mr. Wild wanted to do more once the kids were in school, then I think we might have bit off more than we could chew. We maybe should have stuck with part time jobs.
What you do is the most important job in the world!
Totally worth it even though sometimes it goes unappreciated!
Are you kidding me? That IS work. A hell of a lot of work. Your kids are lucky ;)
yeah, i agree with u 100%..nice share
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