Being a stay-at-home mum is easy. As long as you’ve never done it.
So I feel like stay-at-home mums have been keeping a big secret. I would almost call it a conspiracy.
Why didn’t anyone tell me this would be so hard?
Not hard in a I’ve-been-stressed-with-deadlines-for-10-hours-straight kind of way. But hard in a there’s-sick-on-my-shirt-and-I’m-hoping-I-can-shower-before-my-baby-wakes-up-in-5-minutes kind of way.
I spent the last eight years of my life as a TV news reporter and anchor. It wasn’t as glamorous as it sounds, but it had its moments. I had a clothing allowance, wore false eyelashes and was occasionally recognised on the street.
Now my daily uniform is workout shorts and a nursing tank (forget that my son stopped nursing two months ago). I wear makeup maaaaybe once a week (to church), and even that’s a stretch. Oh and let’s be real: it’s foundation I brushed onto my unwashed face, blush (it makes you look more awake), concealer (duh) and lipgloss. The days of pulling out all the makeup stops are over. If it takes longer than the time my child starts waking up from his nap (when I start make-up) to when he’s progressed to an all-out scream (when I must stop), it doesn’t happen.
Oh and forget being recognised anywhere. I’m usually too busy pulling a baseball cap over my unwashed hair and wishing it was acceptable to wear shades inside Target to cover my dark circles and blood-shot eyes. Oh dear, did I even look in the mirror to get the sleep out of my eyes before I left the house?