Normally, on a Monday, I would write a “get moving…it’s Monday!” post.
Today I don’t feel like getting moving.
I’m tired of being sick.
I’m sick of being tired.
I’m also frustrated and a little mad.
I worked outside of the home for many years before having kids. I also worked outside (and from) my home with the little guy for 6 months before I decided to become a full time stay-at-home-mom.
No job that I have ever had has been more demanding than the job I currently have. It is physically, mentally and emotionally draining at times.
Now, here is my reason for being frustrated and a little mad.
Yesterday when I was at the doctors she asked if I stay at home or work outside the home.
I told her I stay at home.
She said, “Oh good. If you had to go to work I would have written your employer a note. You need to rest for a good 2-3 days until the antibiotics really kick in.”
I said, “You could write my husband a note.”
I was joking, but also kind of serious.
How do I actually rest with a 1 year old and a 3 year old at home?!
My husband stepped in yesterday and took care of the kids all day so I could rest. That was one day of rest. The doctor said I need 2-3 days of rest.
This is what I would be able to do if I worked outside the home:
I would call in sick and, if needed, give my employer the note from the doctor. My kids would go to daycare or stay with a nanny (as they would usually do if I worked outside the home) and I would be able to rest.
My husband provides for our family. When he is not traveling or out seeing clients locally he is working from his home office. He helps out when I am sick when he can, but rarely can he take a full day to give me a full day of rest.
I guess what frustrates me the most is that the doctor actually thought I would be able to get some rest because I “stay at home”.
I’m really just complaining, aren’t I? I mean, stay-at-home-mom’s have always had to deal with this problem.
Well, like the little guy says a lot lately, “That’s not fair!”
home is…the fact that life is not always fair.