I’m quitting my job.
I have always assumed I wouldn’t want to be a stay-at-home-mom. A friend says to me at some point, “I LOVE my kids, but I don’t want to hang out with them all freaking day.”
This seems totally right to me, totally reasonable. I’ve heard stories about people who go weeks without having an adult conversation, grown-ass women describing their 1-year-olds as “my best friend.” Seriously? I like work. I like productivity. I will love my baby, but surely I will want to keep the rest of my life the same as before, right? Mm hmm.