So I think there isn’t any better way to get started than just to jump right in.
So here it comes: I don’t know if any of the rest of you have noticed this, but stay-at-home-mothers have hours during the day that they spend alone … well, with their sprog, but sans other grownups. It starts early on. Spouses/partner/significant others often take some time off when the newborn arrives but soon enough you’re on your own. It’s all good during that first year of maternity/parental leave (that’s what we get here in the great white north) but once you’ve made that decision not to go back to work … as I said, you’re on your own.
Don’t get me wrong, I went into this with my eyes open. I chose to stay at home. It made sense. My dear partner didn’t have the baby, I did. My dp wasn’t ever sure she wanted a baby, I was. My dp had a good job that she loved, almost a career, really … I had a job that was okay, but never felt like it was a career (although that’s what the boss wanted us to feel). HardWorker’s job paid more than mine and so it made sense to both of us for me to stay home with BoyGenius. We didn’t want to have to pay to leave him with some non-family member from 7 am ’til 7 pm every weekday just so I could clear about $200 a month. Aside from that, it just wasn’t what having a baby was about for me. Having a baby was about having a baby and spending time with the cutest bundle joy imaginable. So that’s what I did … and still do. BoyGenius will be 8 this year. I’m still at home.