there are days like yesterday when i’m convinced i’m not cut out for this job. mia wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, refuses to eat anything i offer, and whines til my nerves are as taut as violin strings. jan comes home, dumps his bag, refuses to finish the last three items on his math homework (it took him all of three minutes when he eventually did) and discovers fun in taunting and annoying his sister, who refused to nap the entire afternoon. the house is a mess, the plates in the sink rise to a teetering pile, and jan’s stained schoolshirts still need to be handwashed. arrrgh!

and then there are days like today, when mia is at her 10-month best, all smiles, chatty and playful (still not eating, though) and jan comes home cheerful from school. i’ve got the housechores under control, and was even able to prepare a hearty lunch and a big bowl of fresh fruit salad for jan. suzy homemaker personified.

which is why i keep wondering on the age old question stay-at-home mothers ask: am i doing the right thing by staying at home, personally attending to the kids’ needs, or are they better off being attended to by someone else, someone who knows what she’s doing, rather than me, who’s simply winging it and just muddling through half the time?

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