I work from home. Therefore I am a WAHM. And let me tell you... many days being a work at home mom feels like more a WAM than a wahm. In any given semester I teach between 100 and 150 students. Since I started freelance writing a few months back I typically have one or two deadlines each week day. It's a lot.
I hear all the time how lucky I am to work from home. Most days I agree with that. But some days... less so. My work day is broken up by stinky diapers, crying babies, calls from school nurse, answering e-mails about being Room Mom or Soccer team Mom. I don't get time for lunch or coffee. I scramble to get work done before nap time so I can write when baby boy sleeps. He usually wakes up with enough time for me to answer a few work e-mails before getting the girls off the bus.
It's A LOT. I wouldn't trade it, don't get me wrong. I am here when they're sick. I am here when they get home. I cook dinner every night (have to give a shout out to my bestie Crock Pot here). I can adjust my hours when I need to. But it's hard work. Some nights work goes til 1 am. Some days I get so far behind I have desperate students, writing assignments and my own children all clamoring for attention. It's a tight rope.
I walk it each and every day. It is the reason my laundry pile is ginormous. It is why there are Little People scattered around my house. It is the cause of my lack of makeup or brushed hair. But it's my job.