If you asked me two years ago what I thought about Stay At Home Moms (SAHMs, for those of us in the know), I would have said that I was intensely jealous of them. How could someone be so lucky as to get to just stay home and play with your kid all day?
Residency ended for me on June 30 and since then, I've been playing SAHM for the month. This is my typical day:
7:30AM: Melly wakes up screaming for her stuffed animal that she went to bed with, which is likely just lost in the covers
8AM: I shower while Melly washes her hands in the sink. She can wash her hands for like five hours in a row. Is this early OCD?
8:30AM: I beg Melly to use the potty. BEG her. She laughs at me and runs around the house diaper-less.
9AM: Breakfast. I discover that Melly dropped a bunch of food on the floor last night and now there are ants. She gleefully points them out and calls them "cute." I kill them with my bare hands like in the olden days.
10AM: We go to the library. At some point, she gets away from me and runs amok in the "quiet" section. We get shushed a lot.
11:30AM: We head back home for lunch.
Noon: Lunch. (She's actually a really good eater.)
1:00PM: I attempt to get Melly to nap. This results in swearing, crying, and occasionally, napping.
2:30PM: We go to the park. This will kill at least an hour. Except where are her F#$^%ing shoes??
4PM: Trip to grocery store for odds and ends. Melly wants to eat everything in the store RIGHT NOW. I yell at her to wait and feel like a horrible mother/person.
5:30PM: Daddy gets home. I cry with relief.
So yeah, right now I'm feeling like SAHMs deserve a medal. (Although it's probably still better than surgery residency.)