I’m going to get a little serious (and quite possibly emo) on you for a few minutes. It’s very unlike me to broadcast an honest-to-God, serious issue I’m dealing with on the internet, but seeing as how you all are completely awesome and always so helpful, I’d like to ask for your opinions and insight once again.
I have become a full-fledged working mom. I wake up at 6:00am, take Madeline to day care, work, run errands on my lunch, work, pick her up, go home for the evening, and do it all over again the next day. I’m exhausted.
Lately, Justin has been taking over a lot of the household duties since I’ve been so wiped out. He’s been spending time with the girl while I’m getting myself ready to leave, cooks for us, and picks up the apartment so it’s nice and tidy when I get home. I appreciate his hard work and would be an overwhelmed, pitiful mess without his help, but I’m honestly starting to wonder if I qualify as ‘domestic’ anymore.
Before I had Madeline, I thrived on taking care of my home and my man. I truly enjoyed cooking and cleaning. In fact, those have always been the things that have given me a sense of purpose. But now, with me dumping all these duties onto my husband, I’m not feeling quite the same about my life. I actually feel a bit guilty.
I don’t want to sound ungrateful… I am so blessed to have Justin’s help. I’m just in a place where I’m unsure. With me working, I’m earning our family’s benefits and health care. That is important. That is necessary. But is that my true purpose right now?
Is it wrong to feel guilty for not being able to make meals in the evenings? For not having my kitchen as spotless as it used to be? For going to sleep without folding the laundry that is piled high?
Or is this just a new phase of life that requires me to adjust, stop whining and just be thankful for having a job?