tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post8765556655626038192..comments2024-02-23T00:31:48.729-08:00Comments on Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic New Mother: But can she bake a cake?Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05007172201624870451noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post-52646721665046023342009-10-17T13:28:56.883-07:002009-10-17T13:28:56.883-07:00Welcome from MBC! Looks like a fun place to come ...Welcome from MBC! Looks like a fun place to come for a visit and a lot of bloggy entertainment :)<br /><br />kristinalpinekleinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01950528432410686245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post-69463479322098258762009-10-16T19:52:48.729-07:002009-10-16T19:52:48.729-07:00Well said! Your family is just adorable and I love...Well said! Your family is just adorable and I love your blog!kwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04355798479079010503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post-61233936504553944072009-10-16T06:58:17.828-07:002009-10-16T06:58:17.828-07:00I quite enjoyed both periods of mat leave (1 year ...I quite enjoyed both periods of mat leave (1 year each time) but it had absoluetly nothing to do with housework, and everything to do with lunchdates, playdates and girly shopping trips with baby in tow! When back at work in the office (part time) I found that the duality made me appreciate both parts more. I liked the escapism and grown up company of work after a few days at home with the kids, and I loved being home with them, following a few days in the office. Now I'm self employed and work from home, its even better. I work more, but my kids are there for some of it (at classes, or watching me email!). Ultimately I think there is no right or wrong, and the happiest children are those with the happiest parents, whether they work at home, or away, full or part time. If you do what feels right for you, it will rub off on Olive!JenFurrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01598333723739602129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post-34831545709253258362009-10-16T02:21:21.612-07:002009-10-16T02:21:21.612-07:00In my days as a 'stay at home mum' (I'...In my days as a 'stay at home mum' (I've recently gone back to work) I tried to convince myself that I enjoyed housework, that is gave me a 'buzz' to do the hoovering, clean the bathroom etc. What rubbish. Now I have a cleaner, and when I come home from work on a Thursday to see that, for the same price as a couple of cocktails in a London bar, someone has cleaned my house from top to bottom, changed my sheets, emptied the bins, now that is a serious buzz!! xxxJo Wilsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post-5883080018975860252009-10-15T18:59:57.567-07:002009-10-15T18:59:57.567-07:00Relish this time at home, if you can, for it flies...Relish this time at home, if you can, for it flies by, but when you get time, do what you are best at and that gives you joy, which is writing. This is your job, your new job which will pay you in time, over and over again! You are just amazing, so clever and oh so talented, but you just don't see it yet. But we all do!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post-8442781798181073092009-10-15T13:35:27.823-07:002009-10-15T13:35:27.823-07:00i think you are right. i think you nailed it. yes,...i think you are right. i think you nailed it. yes, fellow anxiety ridden Virgo it's a pretty beautiful cross to bear... xxPaulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05007172201624870451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406173063329064022.post-59029397278777931592009-10-15T13:30:10.463-07:002009-10-15T13:30:10.463-07:00as a working mother who HATES to be a working moth...as a working mother who HATES to be a working mother (you know what i mean, at home moms... by working i mean "a paying job outside the home," just want to clarify before my throat is jumped down with comments like "*i* work!") i want to address the part about feeling fulfilled.<br /><br />it's hogwash. <br /><br />when i have been lucky enough to stay home (and by staying home i mean "not having a paying job outside the home," befor my throat is jumped down with comments like, "what do you think i am, a shut-in?") i have gloried in keeping a clean house (the parts you could see, anyway), always looking put together when the mister got him, greeting him at the door, home cooked meals and all of the rest.<br /><br />but my satisfaction NEVER came from being able to serve a meal off the dining room floor because it was soooo clean. never. ever. <br /><br />as a matter of fact, it was during one of my stints as a homemaker (and by homemaker, i mean "the wife i always wished i had.") that my anxiety increased the most. to the point that i am now medicated. i take 150% of the required dose of my anti-anxiety meds. <br /><br />i learned that i LOVED having a clean house. i LOVED when the wash was done and put away. i LOVED the smell of bread baking (no bread machine, mind) and home made soup. but my fulfillment came from my family.<br /><br />the very family that i desired to coat in chicken blood and leave out on the porch for the wolves. <br /><br />but it still wasn't enough. i wanted more. i wanted my LIFE back. <br /><br />the problem is? i believe to the very core of my being... that life is gone. never to return. i am forever mother, forever wife. i just think that the more complex the person (virgos, say...) the harder it is to reconcile. some women embrace this fact the moment they lay eyes on their child, some kick and scream and fight into their fifties. <br /><br />paula, beloved... i think you and i will be kicking and screaming into our seventies. all while cherishing every moment. every bit if spit up, every sleepless night. they will all be gifts to us, all while coveting another time.rebecca mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00668766843945635220noreply@blogger.com