WAHMing It, Loving It

Before I became a mother, time rushed like a roaring river. After I became a mother, time dried up like the Sahara.

Are you a WAHM? What is your day-to-day
like? Comment below or e-mail me at heather@lowcountrychild.com. Over the next
several blog posts, you’ll meet other moms
who are WAHMing it and loving it.

Brew coffee.

Make bottle.

Feed Griffin.

Change diapers.

Clean spit-up.

Keep baby distracted with safari animal mobile while I throw top layer of laundry heap into washing machine. And, oh yeah!, there’s coffee.

Now, add into the mix a 40-plus-hour work week at home without a babysitter.

When my husband, Mike, and I talked about having children, my dream was to be a work-at-home mom (WAHM). Logistically, it made sense: graphic design and writing are doable from home. Mike works nights, so he can watch the baby for a few hours before he goes to work. Financially, it’s a bonus. But most importantly, I don’t want to miss a moment with my little one — not one, single, drool-drenched detail.

So, I pictured myself burping a baby while pressing send on an e-mail without breaking a sweat, and I envisioned the baby taking long naps while I had time to contemplate a blog post over a non-burnt cup of coffee. I was convinced I could turn my new schedule into a well-oiled machine.

Are you laughing yet?

What I didn’t realize is that the WAHM schedule is far from predictable — because the demanding scribe of my mommy syllabus slobbers, babbles and poops his pants.

But at this stage, babies nap a lot, right?

(Head tilted back and cackling with laughter).

No.

Griff naps 30 minutes three times a day on a good day. That’s it. Not one minute more.

The scene at our house can quickly become chaotic if I’m not careful with my time. If the phone isn’t ringing, the baby is fussing. If the dings of my e-mail alerts aren’t going off, the dogs are whining to be walked.

Admittedly, adjusting to new mommyhood with a full-time work schedule has resulted in a few mommy meltdowns.

OK. Several.

With capital Ms.

But what I quickly realized is that I’m not alone. I’m blessed with an ironclad support system, which includes a hands-on husband. I’m also surrounded by a burgeoning community of WAHMs, who’ve been doing it longer, better and with more kids.

Even when I’m immersed in the hectic juggling act of laptop and dirty diapers, I’m creating meaningful memories with Griffo. My little business partner often accompanies me to meetings and has inspired major professional decisions (i.e. Lowcountry Child).

I wouldn’t trade a thing.