A family friend came over and didn’t see me. He asked my husband if I was taking a nap. Whaaat? I was folding laundry, by the way. I’m not really sure where he got the idea that I would be taking a nap for no reason. I wasn’t sick. Is this what he thinks stay-at-home moms do? We take naps?
Last night I partied all night. And by ‘partied’ I mean I checked blood sugar a good part of the night for my young adult son with special needs before he insisted he sleep in my bed. This woke his younger brother who also had to come to the big bed. Which then left me awake the rest of the night while clinging to the remaining four inches of said bed. So, yes, I need a nap.
But I won’t get one. Stay-at-home moms don’t get naps. Short of being sick, naps don’t happen, dear people. I’m not sure what the rest of the world thinks goes on while you are busy making the world go ’round. But before 7:00am today I had one child on his indoor trampoline because he couldn’t self-calm himself down without burning off some energy. The son with special needs had already puked on me. All of the breakfast and medicines with it. And no, he wasn’t sick. This is just a normal day around here. This was, of course, after everyone was fed, dressed and bathed, ready to head out the door for school. Remember, this was also after my night of ‘partying.’ Yes. I NEED A NAP!!
Stay-at-home moms get a bad rap. Everyone tells us it’s ‘the most important job in the world.’ But then we get asked questions like, “What did you do all day?” and “Is she taking a nap?” I hate running into people I haven’t seen in some time because I know they are going to ask me the “What are you doing these days?” question. Today, I’m folding laundry. Again. Let’s glance back to the first paragraph. Folding laundry. Yes, I do this every day. Because everyday I wash the laundry filled with the yuckies of the previous night. All so we can sleep (hopefully, sleep, precious sleep) on the beds of clean sheets and wear clothes without puke, so we can begin again another day. Clean. It doesn’t feel like the most important job in the world, that’s for sure.
I need a nap. But I won’t be taking one. I love what I do too much. Others may look at me strangely when I say I stay home with my boys and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Do I like getting puked on and being up all night with tears and unmentionable issues? Eh? If I could make them sleep all night in their own beds without these issues that would be a bonus. But today as we got in the car for school there was laughter. There were prayers to God from both boys for their friends, for their bodies, and for their dad. I got to be there to hear all of that; the laughter, the prayers, the brotherly love.
Think what you want about me. I am a stay-at-home mom. I love it … And yes, I need a nap.