When I first decided to be a stay-at-home mom, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I had worked before, and I knew what professional stress looked like, but I also knew my children needed me.
Three kids under the age of seven meant endless feedings, diaper changes, school runs, nap schedules, tantrums, scraped knees, and mountains of laundry that somehow multiplied overnight.
My husband, Mark, and I had talked it through when we decided I’d leave my job after our second child was born. He earned enough for us to get by, though not extravagantly, and I took pride in running the household while raising our kids. For years, I thought we were on the same page.
