So I've always worked...always.  From the time I turned 16 and could get a job I've worked.  Other than a few month stint after the miscarriage, I was used to getting out of the house daily.  My husband and I were given custody of his two girls, age 6 & 2.  I also have a 6 year old son.  They just recently came to live with us full time.  After looking at what I made, versus daycare for all 3 of them, it just made sense for me to stay home with them and let him handle the financial aspects of the family.  Which drives me insane!  Not that I don't trust that he will do it, but because now I feel that I'm not "pulling my load" so to speak.  He had been asking me to stop working since I've been pregnant again, but I was never comfy with it.  So here I sit, my 2nd week of staying home with the little wild ones.  Yes I'm on the computer for a few minutes while I hear them singing and playing in the next room...wait, it's garage time in the hallway.  That part of the day where every large toy gets pulled into the hallway to make a maze they call they're garage--quite amusing.  It's been a rather large adjustment for me.  For anyone that ever said staying at home with your children was not work, think again people!!  I do more dishes than I knew we had...I vacuum once a day now...and still, at the end of the day, there is still clothes to wash and toys to put away.  Thank God my husband is so supportive and throws in a hand when he's home.  I've come to relish bath-time! The last few days have been rainy so we've been stuck in the house and I'm praying for an outside journey today!! 

I know I'll get used to it...and I know I'll love it eventually.  

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