I hate being a stay-at-home mom.
There. I said it. Call me all the names you want. It will still be true.
I hate having my daily life revolve completely around the care and upkeep of everyone else. I went to law school rather than medical school in part because I acknowledged to myself that caring for the basic needs of others could not be the central focus of my existence.
I hate that any achievement I make (A delicious dinner! A clean bathroom! A watered garden!) is almost immediately undone or disappears. There is nothing that I do that is of lasting, tangible impact. In my last job, I created things, I wrote things, I drafted new laws. In this job, I make a pie that is gone in 36 hours and for which not a soul says anything, except a passing “that was good” from James, which is…
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