I live in a box. I said this years ago about a SAHM I knew of, and never meant it in a derogatory manner, but it was conveyed as such. I think we all live in boxes, sometimes we choose our box, other times we create boxes for protection, sometimes we fall into a box unwillingly, or sometimes life calls you straight to your box. Me? I am the latter, life called me straight to my box as a SAHM.
My ideal day consists of the following, get up with Too Tall to exercise, eat breakfast and see him off to work. Followed by some light laundry/cleaning and reading/writing. During the school year supervise the older kids as they get out the door. Then listen for “littles” to wake up, fed and change, and start my day of interacting with them, playing, maybe hitting the gym or grocery store, playing, watching educational programming, eating/serving lunch, naptime/quiet time, rolling out the door for after school pick up, during the school year greeting the babysitter to have one-on-one time with WeeWee to supervise homework, go to the pool, walk to the park, make dinner, greet husband, eat dinner with the family, clean kitchen, assist with bath time/bedtime routines, hope for some quality time with Too Tall and then snooze. That IS my box. I am a SAHM. Sometimes, I can get a play date in there, other times, I go have lunch with WeeWee, occasionally I get wild and crazy and go have lunch Too Tall down in Dallas.
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