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Let's start from here: I was laid off due to being pregnant.
My first thoughts: We can make this work.
Then reality set in. It was going to be hard. Not just hard because we were used to a life style of both of us working great jobs. We had already given that all up to move to the Ozarks. We knew what we were doing and we wanted THIS.
Of course the plan was for Mr. Arkansas to attend school full time (using the G.I. Bill). I would work suppling us with extra funds. On Mr. A's day's off he'd start construction on the Underground house. Once he was done with school, we'd start a family, I would stay at home and we'd live happily ever after.
But then we were surprised with a pregnancy and I was laid off.
I know that everything is going to be (holding two fingers up in a quoting fashion) 'fine'. I just thought that our first years of parenting would be…
How do I say this….
More, Mary Poppins than Survivor.
Mr. A is still hoping for the Swiss Family Robinson scenario which is precisely why I won't be boarding a ship of any kind any time soon. Well, that and I get sea sick.
But back to what I was rambling on about, Becoming a Stay At Home Mom.
In four months we are hoping for the safe arrival of our first baby. I know from reading so many women's accounts that I'll WANT to be home. I'll want to nurse our child, hold it and be with him / her every waking moment.
But then what? I've already pretty much got the house in order. I've spring cleaned so much that even the blinds are lick-able. Wait. Don't lick the blinds now that I think of it, they might need a better scrubbing.
See what I mean?
I'm going insane. I've thought about volunteering but so far the only thing I've found near is the library and really stacking books isn't my idea of a hobby or fun. As a matter of fact the only time I've been ordered by the law to do anything, I was 15 and had to do community service at the library for not wearing a seatbelt in a friend car.
It was punishment.
Anyway, I guess I'm just trying to say I'm having a hard time figuring out what exactly moms do to stay sane. While not trying to spend money, keeping a clean house and a happy husband.
You know the easy stuff.