Mee My Mo: My life as I know it, breathe it, live it and love it!

I love that as a society in whole we have finally accepted that being a SAHM (stay at home mom), really is finally worth a title. I can put "SAHM" on an application, or on paperwork that asks what you do for a living. People recognize the acronym and use it often in writing, etc. This title encompasses many professions: I am a homeschooling mom, I am an arbitrator/mediator, judge, jury, cook, housecleaner, doctor, nurse, teacher, vetrinarian, police officer, financial advisor, mechanic, psychologist, errand runner, photographer, pastor, taxi driver, coach, cheerleader, and the list goes on. What I wasn't aware of when I decided to be a SAHM, was that my children really beleive that is what I need to DO as well as be: Stay at home. I don't usually take "me" days but sometimes I find it relaxing and needed to just get away from everyone and take some time to shop by myself (even if it is for groceries). But a phenomenon occurs when I disappear for more than 30 minutes. Here is how it goes:

I take a day with my sister and mom to go to target and lunch. I take my youngest child since she is breastfeeding. I am enjoying myself but am aware of the time. About 45 minutes goes by and I get the first phone call. It's Van, she wants to know what I am doing. "Just shopping", I say. Long silence and then finally an "OK, well when do you think you'll be home?"

"Oh I don't know maybe an hour or so." Alright now they know I don't plan on being gone forever. About 10 more minutes go by. Ring ring. It's Scarlet this time asking in her high pitch voice when I will be home. I tell her the same thing but she then proceeds with a comment that I have been gone forever. I let her know I will be home soon enough, find something to do. Well another 10 minutes go by and I get a text...not from my children but from my husband. "We are really hungry" it reads. I respond, "well then make some lunch". No reposnse, then 5 minutes later another text. "Can you call Dominos and order some pizza for us?" Is he crazy I wonder. He must be kidding. So I write, "Are you kidding around? I am in the middle of changing a poopy diaper and trying to get Annabella calm so I can get her pictures taken." His response, "yeah I am kidding, I will call myself". (I don't think he was kidding). Ring Ring, its Wiley now. "Mom, can I play video games upstairs?" Stumped, I reply (wondering if Dhyan left to get the pizza and thats why he is calling me), "Is your dad home?" Wiley says "yes but he is playing video games with Uncle Dave downstairs"......................SIGH................."Um, you'll need to ask your dad." Then he wonders when I will be home. I finish up my "me" time and head home with a crying baby. They hear the garage door open and I am "FINALLY" home!! All of about 3 hours went by but I got several comments of how long I was gone for, tattles of who did what while I was away and how they were so hungry. Being a SAHM isn't just what I am it is what I am expected to do (by my kids). Oh but I love being missed and so important in their eyes!!