Often, when people ask what I do, I tell them I’m a work-at-home-mom. Which I am. I’m a mom and I work at home. Writing is nice and flexible that way.
But another part of it is I prefer to avoid the assumptions which so often seem to come with telling people I’m a stay-at-home-mom.
I find the worst of those assumptions is that stay-at-home-parents have time to do whatever other people need them to, whenever said people need them to do it. And all too often this includes the work outside the home spouses of stay-at-home-parents.
Children, no matter their age, are self-centered, demanding little people. It’s easy to let the needs of just one child take up a full day’s worth of time and energy. Parenting isn’t just a full time job. It’s being on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year for at least eighteen years. I love my daughter.
Looking after a household, including housework, meals, dishes, laundry, grocery shopping, etcetera is another more than full time job. Keeping in mind, most places define full time employment as being forty hours a week and anything more than that as overtime.
My writing is a full time job, at least, what with actually writing, editing, proofing and marketing my own work.
And none of the above includes time to look after myself, to make sure I’m the healthiest version of me possible. Which is something I’m far from, although slowly working towards. It’s nearly impossible for me to keep up with everything else if I’m stressed, sick and running on empty all the time.
So I need to be able to spend my time, each and every day, on my terms. Not anyone else’s. And I will get done anything which absolutely needs to get done. I even usually manage to do it at my own pace. Which goes a long way to ensuring I don’t burnout and crash.