Being a stay-at-home-mom would be absolutely the ideal.
Bad night at home? No problem, we could have a easy going day. Groceries, laundry, dishes, cleaning, absolutely everything could be done while Jeremy was at work and his off work time could be devoted to just hanging out as a family.
I could actually attend the child's doctor well-baby visits. That would be a dream. Up to this day I think I've been to 3. I've also only taken off work one time for sickness. Jeremy has more sick days so he is usually the parent in charge.
If I stayed home I'd more time to devote to blogging, I could actually take Louisiana Bride in the direction I was going before having Harrison.
Heck I might even mow the grass during nap time.
If I stayed home Harrison and I could participate in all the mother/child activities that occur only during work hours around town. He could go to story time, music, we could do arts and crafts.
Dinner could be prepped ahead of time, I wouldn't spend an hour cooking every night.
Heck I could even workout during the day when he's home, and not have to plop him in front of the TV or pawn him off to his Daddy right after work so I can squeeze in some 30 minute workout DVD.
My house would be clean.
My child would be more enriched.
Life would be less rushed.
How do I know this would be the reality? It's the life I get to live for 2 months out of the year every single summer.
For two months every year I get to pretend this is my life.
That's why I want to live that life 12 months of the year so badly.
