When I was pregnant with Munchkin, a lot of people went out of their way to tell me that a child deserved two parents and their undivided attention. What they meant was they deserved a Daddy who made lots of money so that Mommy could stay home. And, really, what they meant by that was, “You can’t give a child that so you aren’t worthy.”

I knew I had to work. Even after placing Munchkin, I had to work. There were bills that needed paid. I had to eat. And really, once I got into my career field, not even six months after she was born, I loved working. One thing that drew me to J and D was the fact that D was planning to stay home with the kid(s) for awhile. I wanted my child to have that undivided attention.

Then J and I made the decision to conceive BigBrother. And I said, loud and clear, I would be a successful “working” Mother. (Don’t we all work?) Well, to make a long story short, I just turned in my two week notice at a job I honestly love (minus some issues) to become a Work at Home Mom.

No one told me when I was pregnant with Munchkin that I could work at home. No one said, “Hey, you’re computer literate. You could do a thousand and one things from home.” I was constantly reminded what a bad Mother I would be to the Munchkin because I would have to leave her in daycare all the time just to go work.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m excited that we’ve found a way for me to stay home with our Son. I think it’s awesome and I’m thrilled to the max. I am, honestly, going to miss my job because it was something that I loved and something that I was darn good at. But I’m also a good Mother.

And I’m just frustrated. These things existed in 2003. But everyone told me I would be an awful Mommy for working outside the home. And now I’m working inside our own home. And I feel like I cheated the Munchkin. Again. Always. Forever.