I Prefer Domestic Dictator for Life, Thanks

In the past, my experience as a SAHM has been much like a summer internship, in that I do it in the summer, don't get paid, and the kids actually leech off MY benefits.

Right now, I suppose I'm still summer SAHMing, as it is summer and I'm a SAHM, but since I have no fall teaching position lined up, this could be my new life.

For. Ev. Er.*

But why look at it as a punishment when there are so many pros to being a SAHM?  Like:

• Having this exact conversation a trajillion times a day: "Mom, where are you?"  "I'm in here!"  "Where?"  "Follow the sound of my voice!"
• Getting to enjoy iced coffee that started hot and hot coffee that began as iced.
• Enjoying the gentle urine-shower my legs get each time I take Caleb to the bathroom.
• Being asked every ten minutes if they can have something sugary.
• Relishing being the first one in the morning to discover the dog shit on the stairs.
• Savoring each phrase that I say all. day. long. Like: "Shut the door!  You're letting flies in!"
• Loving how each trip to the store -- no matter the store, no matter the number of original items on the list -- means that it costs twice as much and takes three times as long.

Of course, there's also the pleasures of:

• Water balloons
• Sidewalk chalk
• Watching them ride bikes while I sit and sip Diet Coke
• Going to parks
• The museum
• Watching cartoons in the afternoon
• Wearing sweatpants all day
• Snuggling in the morning

And, there is a LOT of cuteness:

He's kinda cute too.

*Unless, of course, my Rent-A-Slide career backfires as well.