My mom sometimes worked, and sometimes stayed home. She stayed home until I was about 4 or 5 and my brother was a baby. For a while she worked with my dad, and we spent the day with our next-door neighbor. After a few years, my mom stopped working but babysat for several other kids. She was a lot of fun, and with all those kids around we were never bored. For a while my mom also ran a ceramics business from our house—we even had a kiln in the garage. When I was in jr. high my mom went back to work full-time, and my brother and I stayed home alone. He was in 3rd grade, and I guess I was supposed to be watching him, but I don’t remember paying any attention to him! By that time we’d moved out to the country and did a lot of roaming around and riding our bikes to friends’ houses. I never minded my mom working. I think having no parents around seemed like a lucky break after having a stay at home mom for so long. I can’t think of any kid I knew whose mom didn’t work, so it certainly didn’t seem strange to me.
I am a stay at home mom now, but worked full-time until our third baby was born. After that, it just became illogical because childcare around here is so expensive. There are things I miss about working, and things I don’t miss. I’m sure I’ll go back to work at least part time in a couple of years when my youngest is in school all day. My husband has his own business, often works long hours, and usually has a meeting or two even on the weekend. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a part-time job just to get a break (haha), but my husband’s business is too hectic.
@Dog Part of me wants to shout in agreement with the 24–7 thing, and part of me wants to cringe. I remember all too well having to haul my behind to work after being up half the night with a colicy baby, having to leave work with everyone mad at me because of a sick child, never being able to accrue vacation time and burning through my sick time because of sick children, getting up to dress and feed children before work, visiting the children on my lunchbreak (to play or to breastfeed), finally getting off work and picking up the kids to rush home, make dinner, give baths, read stories, put them to bed, clean up from dinner, do laundry, finally go to bed exhausted, wake up to feed or rock a baby a few times, and then start the whole thing over. If you’re a mom, you’re a mom full time whether you’re home with the kids or working. You’re still the on-call person 24–7. That’s my devil’s advocate side!
Of course, being home means I can meander through the morning a bit, not rush to get dressed and out the door, and don’t have to worry about finding time for doctor visits or people huffing and puffing if one of my kids gets sick and has to stay home for a day or two or five. I do miss having a lunch break and not having to pay out the nose for health insurance though! And I’d probably not babble like this if I had more adults to talk to during the day. :)