I am very lucky to be able to be a stay-at-home-mom (though we actually stay home less and less these days). I am honored to be able to assist my daughter with her homework, remind the children to actually use the bathroom and make sure all the little nooks and crannies get soaped and rinsed each night.
When my son did his impression of Linda Blair in The Exorcist last night, I was there to comfort him as well as clean him, the floor and in between all of the cushions of our leather couch. When he had a bad dream in the middle of the night, he came to get me, begged me to sleep in his bed and I did. Until my daughter called me five minutes later. Then he cried when he woke and realized I was in her room. I thought I was even handling the “double-duty” just fine until I literally ran into my husband in the dark hallway (he was trying to help but he scared the living daylights out of me in the process)!
So as my son piped up in the car again this morning “When will Daddy be home?” I gave the usual answer: “dinnertime.”
“When can Daddy stay home?”
(Hubbie leaves town twice a month for an executive MBA class so I thought this had something to do with the question.)
“Daddy will stay home all night tonight. He has another trip soon but he won’t be gone too long.”
“NO! When can Daddy STAY home? Like you?”
“Oh! Well, Daddy still goes to work each day. He works hard to make money so Mommy can stay home with you and we can have our nice house and good food to eat. Aren’t we lucky?”
“It isn’t fair for Daddy.”
“No, it isn’t. Boy, I sure am lucky to be able to stay with you two great kids though, huh?”
"Yes. It isn’t fair for Daddy. I want Daddy to stay home all day with us.”
“Maybe one day, kiddo. Maybe in a few years. But it isn’t so bad with Mom, right?”
“I am sick of you.”