Visions of Grandeur – Confessions of a Stay-at-Home Mom

I love my family. I love my children. I love that we, as a family, have the opportunity for me to stay-at-home. I never want to take that for granted. That said, I have more to give! Ok that’s an overstatement, I’m exhausted. Maybe it is more accurate to say I desire to do more.

I don’t want to quit my day job. I don’t want to give up my nights and weekends, sacrificing our only all-member family time, for a part-time job. But I do want a connection to the outside world. As of late, that yearning has lead me down a path of expression through blogging; writing and dabbling in the art of photography- specifically food photography. I’m inspired to write short stories, mostly in the form of plays and dialogues- but first I need to get the kids on the bus. It’s the regular routine of changing the baby’s diaper, making breakfast, packing lunches, cleaning up breakfast, getting the kids dressed (or checking what they have dressed themselves in), inspecting teeth, braiding hair, etc. It’s a sigh of relief when the oldest two out of four are on the bus and on their way fully prepared.

Now would be a great time to enjoy a cup of coffee and jot down that funny thought I had earlier! What was that line again? …But realistically, first I should probably start the dishwasher anyway. That reminds me I have a load of dish towels in the dryer. Crap, the dish towels are still in the washing machine. I need to bring this load of boys clothes upstairs so I can dry the dish towels. “Kids, we’re going upstairs.”

Laundry, my nemesis. They say write about what you know. How can I personify laundry? A dark, looming presence always growing in strength, a force my heroine has to face head on. A little dark maybe, but not untrue. Meanwhile in the real world, what is Noah playing with? It looks like he is in his sister’s jewelry box.

“Oh no, mom, you have to see this!” Elijah yells. Ah! Noah has painted his bangs with nail polish. Oh Noah, I’ve already cleaned up two large spills from you this morning! (Which meant his sister wasn’t on the bus fully prepared, because her baby brother swiped her water bottle -that he poured all over my comfy chair- as if I was going to sit down anyway).

“Noah, No!” I say realizing that at this point it’s not going to make a difference. Let’s get you into the tub. Where is my nail polish remover without acetone… “Stay here.” Okay, I’m back let’s get off that diaper. Plop! Are you kidding me? I just changed a poopy diaper 20 minutes ago!

“Don’t move!” Thankfully it’s in a tub right? (Optimism gets me through the day.) Poop has been transferred to the toilet, now to disinfect. Joys of motherhood. And finally, let’s get to that hair. That is not coming off. I can’t use acetone, this is too close to your eye. What am I going to do? Shave your head? Well, looks like you are going to live with it for a while.

I have a headache. “Everybody downstairs.” I am not doing laundry right now, someone has to keep an eye on the baby. Drats laundry, you win again.

“Yes, Elijah you can have your snack now.” While we’re in the kitchen I should get started on dinner. Crockpot dinner tonight! We need to eat early because Naomi has gymnastics. 

Still, somehow I know these are the best days of my life. I want to cherish every moment. A couple weeks ago, my then still 3 year old said when it was raining “maybe the clouds are crying” -a theory he discovered all on his own. A couple days later, my 5 year old daughter was not feeling well and misquoted a popular saying by explaining “I’m feeling over the weather.” People always say it goes by so fast, and I know it’s true. In the midst of it, it feels fleeting.

So, I am by choice a stay-at-home mom. Coincidingly, I realize the importance of “mommy time”, the need to preserve my sanity and identity. I still have goals! However for me, right now, it’s a necessity that takes a back seat to the priority of “being mommy”. As for my writing career, my prospective coffee shop, my strategy du jour; I’m still dreaming.


  1. Lots of us in the same boat I think. Somehow I always feel like the other SAHM I meet actually are happy JUST doing that. I guess when the right time comes, when they don’t need us so much then we can be all we want to be. Until then, laundry, cleaning, cooking, wiping away snot and tears.

    1. I think so too. The peace corps stole our motto “it’s the hardest job you’ll ever love.” I’ve got faith that everything will work out like it’s supposed to. Thank you 🙂

  2. I kept a diary when I was mummy-at-home. We didn’t have the internet until my youngest was 5 so I contented myself with a pen and book. These days I use a voice recorder (digital no less) to record those random snippets and sound bites that ping in my head at inconvenient times. Your day job is the most important career of all …. Producing rounded, decent human beings who will be confident to be whoever they are when the time comes. And when they do you will have the time for the great works but in the meantime keep rehearsing well as you do …. Honing your photography, writing bite-sized versions and soaking up all that stuff which you can assimilate and nurture into your voice a little way down your path ☺️💫💫☺️

  3. Oh Sadie, I hear what you are saying. Your dream will happen, when the time is right for you. But at the moment, your really could not be in a better place than you are in now. Also, remember, it is never too late to accomplish something and follow your dreams. Hugs. x

  4. Enjoy these years. They will go by so fast, and you will miss them. There is always time to tend to personal/professional goals. Just stay aware of your own dreams. They matter, and will be there for you when your children move on. Maybe even before that. ☺ 💕

  5. Oh Noah, just look at you! How can mommy get upset with a face (and hair-do) like that??? Sadie, you captured his innocence just perfectly. And as long as you have goals, it doesn’t matter how long it takes to achieve them, as long as you keep them in your life. You will get there eventually and still get to enjoy the wonders of your children growing up, laundry and all. xoxoxo

  6. I’m definitely in the same boat as most of you guys, I want to do so much more, make a difference in the world. I feel married to my house sometimes,devoted to the dirty dishes and unwashed clothes. I’m raising the last child now, she’s 11. I do see a light at then end of the tunnel. I love being a mom, making a nice home, cooking healthy home cooked meals for my family, but like you Sadie, I need to have just alittle more for myself.

    1. And it’s like I almost feel guilty about it! I know what I am doing is important, and I love it too. I’m glad you can see the light! All in good time I guess. Thank you. 🙂

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