Taking Care Of My Family Is My Number One Job As A Work At Home Dog Mom

When Lisa arrived home from work on Friday, everything was done. There wasn't a single piece of laundry in the hamper. No dirty dishes. The carpets had been vacuumed earlier that afternoon. The kitchen floor was swept and mopped. Bathroom cleaned. Dinner was cooking. Ten minutes after Lisa arrived home from work, that all changed.

This has become a standing joke between the two of us.

Lisa threw her work clothes in the hamper. The kitchen table was cluttered with her big lunch bag and mail. She put her lunch containers and travel mug in the sink. After taking the kids outside, the kitchen floor needed to be swept again. Coco and Willa took out over a dozen toys from their toy boxes and scattered them on the living room carpet. When Sophie got down from the sofa, she dragged the blanket that was covering her into the kitchen. Lobo peed on the blanket.

I poured myself a glass of wine and sat at the table.

Lisa laughed at the expression on my face and said her usual...

"Go ahead and say it. All hell breaks loose when I get home and it looks like a small tornado ripped through here..."

"Did you notice how clean it was in here when you first got home?"

"I sure did, baby girl, and I appreciate it more than you know."

"Ah. Huh."

I giggled a bit.

I smiled and shook my head.

This happens most days when Lisa gets home from work.

It does not irritate me.

I'm not complaining.

Taking care of my family is my number one job as a Work at Home Dog Mom. There is a great deal of pride that accompanies that whether it's making Lisa a hot breakfast and packing her lunch for work or doing multiple loads of laundry a day so Lisa has clean clothes and the kids have clean blankets.

Sure, it's not a glamorous job. I'm not going to turn heads while mopping the kitchen floor in my daytime lounge pants and hair in a sloppy bun.

I'm certainly not going to charm anyone while I'm cleaning the toilet or scrubbing the bathtub.

And, I know damn well that "everything being done" only lasts for a few minutes in this household between Lisa and the kids.

But, I do love it. 

Being a Work at Home Dog Mom is hard work. It's non-stop from the time I get up until the time I hunker down for a few hours of sleep.

Lisa works just as hard. Her job doesn't end when she leaves her place of employment. She's a Dog Mom too. When Lisa gets home from work, she takes the kids out for afternoon playtime, spends lots of time with the kids, and makes their dinner plates.

After Lisa and I eat dinner, she cleans up and does a few odds and end stuff to make my life a bit easier.

During the warm weather months, she'll tackle yard work after working all day. Especially if rain is expected over the weekend.

We both work hard.

While eating dinner today at the kitchen table and playing Yahtzee, Lisa made a comment that tugged at my heartstrings.

"It was a busy weekend. It went by much too fast. But, I honestly wouldn't change a thing. At the end of the day, I feel good. We both work hard for us, our family, and our home. This is the life. Right here."

She summed it up in those few sentences.

I know tomorrow will begin with having to do dishes, sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor, and at least two loads of laundry, but...

I'm okay with that.

I would not change a thing.

Life. Is. Good.