I had somewhat of an epiphany yesterday…after watching the latest episode of Desperate Housewives.
Yeah, I really just said that.
I’ve always said that I don’t refer to myself as a “housewife” or as they say, SAHM. We don’t go to playgroups or hangout at Starbucks or Panera like some of my mom friends in town are known to do. Not that anything’s wrong with that—aside from the work that is being a mother, I consider myself a mom who works at home.
And I do…every day while trying to raise a toddler practically by myself during the week, while spearheading a website, making industry connections, attending meetings with toy executives, wiping a resistant booty, while fielding emails and ignoring laundry.
I work. Just like so many other mamas, my daily struggle is trying to find that balance. Yup, I’m still going at it. Boohoo, right?
Nah…but as of late, I feel so completely overwhelmed by this existentialist crisis I have going on.
WHAT am I doing and where am I going with all of this? Was dropping out of the conventional “rat race” worth it? If I’m home most of the time caring for my own kid, then why do assholes look at me as if I’m the pariah? If I went back to work in an office to work for the man again, just to feel worthless and constricted creatively, who wins then? The kid who goes to daycare from 7am to 7pm everyday?
I’m over a year into this now, but as I get deeper into this path I’m on, I hear/feel/see more flack than you’d ever believe.
Is it really 2010?
This mommy wars stuff is bullshit. And it’s hitting me hard.
I’ll save the rest of my dialogue for another day, the one where I’ve created this website that fuels my passion and creative desires. The one where companies fill my mailbox with their new products, just to have a chance to be mentioned on my little site. I’m only a year in, and I’ve barely scraped the surface. Again, I’m not moving mountains here, I’m just doing what I’ve always wanted to do…
It’s exciting to experience the progress of this new direction and watch my vision grow.