Yesterday someone asked me what I do. Maybe it’s just me, but that question always slightly irks me. This question is always asked directly after everyone else gives answers like “receptionist”, “lawyer”, “dentist”, or “personal assistant”. For some reason, the fact that I work from home makes me a leper. Other moms (and dads) always look at me like they aren’t sure exactly what species I am.

Sure, I’m a stay-at-home mom, too, but I also work my tail off at my very real, very deadline-oriented job. It just so happens that my office is also my dining room, and I never, ever get to “leave work”.

It literally astounds me when people start to ask questions about how I spend my time…do I get to sit on my couch and eat bon bons?! (Um…no. No I do not. Not ever, thankyouverymuch.)

To the next person who asks me “What do you do all day?”

I am:

• a mother
• a maid
• a chef
• a virtual assistant
• a wife
• a housekeeper
• laundress
• a chauffeur
• an event planner
• a nutritionist
• a personal trainer
• a nurse
• a referee
• a photographer
• the only finder of lost wallets, keys, flash drives, and toys…

I am a Work From Home Mom.

And there are so many other things that it literally hurts my head to count. I could quite honestly use a day off. I mean, everyone else gets one in the working world, right? The reality is that whether I work from home or go to an office, a mom never gets a day off. Someone always needs you.

Someone is always hurt, or sad, or just needs a cuddle. Someone is always hungry, has lost the MOST important object ever, or is out of clean underwear. Someone is always in need.

Add that to the fact that my office is INSIDE MY HOUSE, and the problem compounds. I cannot escape the laundry, the dishes, or the fact that nothing is ever completely, 100% done. I don’t get to walk out of work and ‘go home.’ WORK IS HOME.

It’s tiring, but I also wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. I love my jobs…all of them. But I wouldn’t turn down an all expenses paid trip to the Bahamas, either…most days.