Today, I had the priviledge of showing someone who is NOT a stay-at-home-mom the wonders that is staying-at-home-ness.
Uncle Cory goes home tomorrow, but in the meantime, Derek had to go to work today, so Cory got to stay home and live my life. Poor guy.
He discovered that really, it's not that super-duper stimulating. Three year olds and 19 month olds are WONDERFUL little people, but really... not the best at intelligent conversations.
Laundry, diapers, dishes, naps, potty accidents, playgrounds, etc etc. EXCITING!
And in true man-fashion, Cory honestly admitted that while it was nice for a day, he'd rather be at work. :)
But, truly, what does it say about me? I am literally NEVER bored at home with my kids. I'm busy, but not with deep, important tasks, just motherly, wifely things. I acknowledge that it's NOT brillant work, but still.
I have a college degree, I've worked in business, theater, birth, and yet my favorite job is homemaking? Really?
Weird. I'm a total feminist (in a good way...) but still. Give me smushy baby kisses and playdates any day. I love it.
Like I said. Weird.