Did I hear you right? I’m not usually stunned into silence – but today, I was. I was speaking with a potential advertiser for Frugal Edmonton Mama when they referred to me as something that brought a bit of ‘Oh No You Didn’t’ into my voice.
He referred to me as a Play at Home Mom. Really, he said Hey, You’re like a play-at-home-mom. Just to clarify, it was a guy, and to clarify further he went on with ‘I would love to have the chance to stay at home with the kids and play all day, that would be fantastic’.
Yeah, buddy? I would give you about four days before you started going a little crazy. It took Frugal Dad half that when Violet was born and he was itching to go back to work.
As a Mom that takes care of two kids, works 30+ hours per week and has childcare one day a week I was more than insulted he blatantly insinuated that I get to stay home and play round after round of candyland with the kiddos. I was offended for all of us at-home moms, whether we are working at home at a job, or taking care of the kids (the hardest).
Want to know some of the other games that we play Mr. Advertister-Clearly-Not-a-Parent-Guy?
Let’s take today for example -
- We played thirty seven rounds of “Oh Crap, what’s in the baby’s mouth now? Before that? Five rounds of cleaning up the toddler’s arts and crafts off of the floor
- Eighteen rounds of Stop picking up/dragging around/generally assaulting your baby sister
- Let’s See how much of this writing assignment I can get done while I skip lunch and the kids are occupied eating beside me at the table
- mom, Mom, MOM I just want to sit on you (while you try and post to the website)
- Mom, I pooped! It’s on my hand. Now that, that’s my favorite.
- Let’s lay here quietly with the toddler for nineteen minutes until she falls asleep so I can have an hour to get some work done (and write this post) until she wakes up all cranky and sweaty.
- Woo Hoo! It’s Nap time. You know what that means? Bon Bons and Soaps? Hah, You’re funny. Laundry and work!
- Oh, and tonight’s bath night so it’s going to be a whole round of “Oh, Hey - Why are you murdering your child?” Oh, sorry - Now I see that you are just trying to wrestle her into the shower.
- Stop feeding your sister (fill in the blank here). Today was glitter, straight-up tazatziki sauce with a side of white glue.
- Speed Dishwasher Unloading. You ever played it? Good. Now it’s time to fill it up with bottles. Do it before the baby crawls across the room.
- Hide the Bottle with an ounce of milk in it. Whoever throws up first loses. Sometimes it’s better to cut your losses and toss it.
And ps? You couldn’t tell that it wasn’t 24/7 Gaming hour when I was on the phone with you and the kiddo was going insane?
I’m sure that you are a great guy - maybe, deep down inside - in ten years. But for now, you really need to learn how to speak to a Woman/Mom.
Job Perks? Lots of cuddles.
Job Perks? Lots of cuddles.
