A week into being a stay-at-home mom, I had a little bit of a crisis that I look back on with a weird mix of eye-rolling and sheepishness. In retrospect, it broke several of my cardinal, "things grown-ass stay-at-home-moms never do" rules. It all started, innocently enough, when I had to get groceries.
As soon as I pulled up with my toddler and infant, I noticed a whole lot of other stay-at-home moms heading in. Up until this point, either my husband did the grocery shopping (when he was a stay-at-home dad) or we would go together on the weekends, as a family. Now this task had fallen to me. I don't know why, but I completely panicked. Part of it, I suspect, was that such a mundane activity highlighted the fact that I had made such a big life change: from city-dwelling working mom to suburban hausfrau. I can't blame myself for panicking over that, to be sure. however, what I do still feel bad about was this overwhelming sense of "No! This isn't me! I'm not like all of you!" which, honestly, as a spectacularly crappy and presumptive thing to think. I didn't know those other woman, and lumping them all together under this blanket idea of "what is means to be a stay-at-home mom" was myopic and snobby.
After I found my groove (and realized that being a suburban stay-at-home mom doesn't mean you're a Stepford Wife), I became determined to the kind of woman who was confident in herself, sought harmonious, honest relationships with those around her, and did her best to empower other women to do the same. Of course, were some things I didn't want to do, as a grown-ass stay-at-home mom, either, up to and including the following: