This is not a tale of a fateful trip aboard a tiny ship, (God please. let them know I’m referring to Gilligan’s Island. Please don’t let me date myself on my blog) nor is this a tale of the obvious about SAHM’s.
Everyone already knows that your typical SAHM is anything from an unpaid, peanut butter and jelly sandwich making bottom feeder, (<— That comment from my favorite group of women’s libbers) to an unappreciated plumber.
So I’m not going to bother with the obvious, instead…for your reading pleasure…I’m going to introduce you to the world of the unexpected expectations of the stay-at-home-mom.
#1. You are now the official babysitter for the entire neighborhood and all of their friends.
Example: “Hi Sharon, it’s Mable from around the corner and down the street about 37 blocks from your neighbor Gertrude. I was wondering if you could babysit my identical triplets so I can get my andirons polished. “
Answer: “Why not? I’m already watching aunt Rita’s great-grandaughters best friend’s cousin’s adopted son.
#2. Expect to be the official royal taste tester to all of your little grand viziers.
Example: “EW! Mom…This orange is fuzzy! Taste it and tell me if it’ll kill me. Oh, and sister won’t take the bubble gum medicine. She likes grape.”
Answer: Daughter, watch mommy take the medicine…yummy! And son, since I can hear that orange calling you names may I suggest you burn it.”