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"I’ve Totally Got This. Kinda" Barista Babe Feature by Tandi Rae

Being a stay at home mom is taxing y’all. I love it more than life, but shit! Not only can it be hard being with the kids all day, there’s the toll that lack of adult interaction takes, and you become everyone’s personal damn assistant (because you obviously have the time), on top of being the maid, chef, and chauffeur. It’s exhausting AF.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am beyond thankful that my husband quote unquote brings home the bacon. But if I hear how he just needs a break because of how long his day or week has been one more time I’m going to loose my shit. Or maybe I already have and that’s why I’m writing this..who the fuck knows.

Also, I’m not taking away from that, I know it’s been a long week filled with even longer days in a multi-week stretch with no days off. But when was my last day off? The luxury of grabbing a few beers after work with friends must be amazing. Like I would literally punch someone in the throat to know what that’s like.

In the past week I can think of at least four occasions that my wonderful husband has gone and had drinks, or hung out and did his thing with his friends, kid free obvi. FOUR days out of seven, and that’s only because I didn’t put a lot of thought into it, there’s probably a time I’m forgetting. The last time I saw my friends, we of course had our kids and it was the first time in a few weeks. It was also planned weeks in advance. *Cue face palm* Nor, do I really know when we’ll hang out again. 

Work sucks, I know. ( Please tell me you started singing along with Blink 182 as you read that). But, Dear Bringer Of Bacon, while you were working here’s a brief recap of what I was doing this week:

Approximately 15 loads of laundry. Thinking of and buying everyone’s Christmas gifts. Scheduling and REscheduling family get togethers and events were supposed to attend. Grocery shopping and then re-shopping because of course something was forgotten. Frantically trying to keep up with what all three kids need for class parties, book exchanges, and every damn class activity that’s happening next week. There’s seriously something every day. Throwing our kids a Christmas Party with friends (I’m certifiably insane, but it’s the only chance I also get to see my friends so there’s that). Tanning clients and trying to be a social media marketer for said tanning business. Trying to save my somewhat struggling little makeup biz. Working on my new baby blog (but thanks for the inspo). Paying bills. Repeatedly reminding you to take care of something I can’t because I’m not “the primary”. Cleaning…but we won’t get into how I pick up the same crap 985,739 times a day with no actual success, or the amount of butts and toilet seats I wipe. Working on projects and a party for my PDO class. Teaching that PDO class. Bath times. Cuddling sick babies. Dealing with teachers and school work issues. Homework. Permission slips. Making three meals a day, which no one really eats, then hearing about how hungry everyone constantly is. Playing snack and drink bitch. Breaking up fights. Kissing boo-boos. Playing the bad cop. Handling meltdowns and mood swings. And any other task or errand thrown at me.

I’m dying for the chance to shower, or at least pee alone and the only hint of me time I get is when I go to the gym at FIVE freaking AM. I, sometimes begrudgingly, go to every last minute get together we’re invited want to and I don’t complain about the impromptu BBQs that he loves to have. But yes, I want to reach through the phone and punch him in the face every time he tells me he’s stopping somewhere because he “needs to unwind”. Meanwhile I’m just trying to not to lose my sanity one cup of coffee and cuss word at a time  

Like I said, I know work sucks, but my “job” does too sometimes. Plus, mine lacks the bonus of lunch or dinner on some random vender. I’m only slightly complaining by the way, and it’s out of envy. I’m mostly just asking for a little consideration about what’s happening in my life before he breezes off to do something relaxing or fun. Have a damn soul man and take at least one kid with you. Or bring the beer home so I can have one too. Geez!!  

But I digress. To my fellow stay at home, do it all, bad ass mommas, stay strong and feel less guilty about those girls trips, extra glasses of wine, and closet eaten sweets! You’re not alone and we got this!!

– Tandi Rae
Barista Babe
IG: @Tandi.rae

For more by Tandi check out mommysaysbadwords.com/
"West Texas livin’ mom and wifey doing my best to navigate life one day {and a few swear words} at a time."

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