Ah Yes.

• I go to the bathroom. I reach for the TP and realize that there is none there. I turn around and see the unraveled tanglement of TP heaped on the toilet tank. "Oh, that's right" I say to myself, "I have a toddler." 
•  I slip in antipasto and a little bit of banana. 
• I gather stares from people at the supermarket "that's right, I'm hot" I say to myself. Then I realize I have tanbark all over my ass from the playground.

The Art of Spiritual House Wifery

So I'm a stay-at-home-mom now. After years of recognized employment as a photographer, a zoo keeper, shoe maker and ice-cream scooper, I find myself without independent income, all dressed up in my pajamas and nowhere to go. Fortunately I have the support of my other SAHMs. We get together, have nice lunches and all that grown up crap that I never saw myself doing.
Also, I have never worked harder in my life. 24 hour work, no pay and little appreciation, except of course from the man-child and H-man. But the benefits are far superior that health care and workman's comp. I get to be with my baby all day every day, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. Why would I want to be at work when I could, instead, be with my little boy and see his first time crawling, or laughing or anything for that matter.
The house is mine for the caring. I clean and cook and play with the baby. I make H-man's lunches and have dinner ready for him when he gets home. I really enjoy this lifestyle, it makes me feel needed and appreciated.