A friend of mine, Erica, recently finished working as a full-time high school teacher. She'll be staying at home with her 11 month old daughter, being "just" a stay-at-home mom. The first week after she finished work, I saw her at the park. "It is so nice not working" she said. "When K took a nap I didn't have to try to get everything done before she woke up. I just did some housework and didn't have to do all the grading or plan lessons..."
And that, right there, is perspective. Who am I to complain about my tough life and lack of time and long to-do list? I don't have a full time job. I don't need to have a full time job, because God has given me a husband who has a job that allows me to stay home. I get to stay home with my children and focus solely on keeping a home and raising them. What a gift!
I know that I will still have days when I feel overwhelmed and under-appreciated. I'm human, and I'm tired, and sometimes the children are cranky. But I'm going to do my best to remember Erica's lesson: "It is so nice not working."