Modern Day Mom: Who’s To Blame (Part 1)

I blame 2 trendsetters for the recently revolutionized “stay-at-home” “work part-time” “wanna be my own boss” mom:


Plain and simple. Long gone are the days where the majority of SAHMs actually STAY.AT.HOME.

In Kansas City, I was a working mom. I was employed by someone else and spent more days away from my child than with her. This was common among most of the people I was surrounded by and I was fortunate to work alongside many other working moms who empowered and encouraged each other in the workforce.

I was TERRIFIED after I moved back to Arkansas, birthed my 2nd child, left a job I loved, and bought a farmhouse all in a 6 month period. All I kept thinking to myself was that I was becoming ALL the things I swore I’d never be.

I had nightmares of me standing on the back porch with a baby on my hip and a wooden spoon in my hand… my hair long and stringy and my face darkened by sleepless, tired eyes. I’d yell out to my children and husband “DINNER’S READY” as I pull pots off the stove and homemade bread out of the oven, all the while a baby screams in the background and the dryer keeps beeping.

I’d be exhausted physically and mentally from homemaking and baby raising and husband serving. I’d forget how to have adult conversations and when the last time I showered was.


And at the ripe age of 28, I was sprinting full steam ahead towards it.

Then one day everything changed.

The entire family was driving home on a Saturday in our 1992 trooper, windows down… stringy, unkept hair blowing in the wind as the smell of exhaust blew through the car. My phone rang and it was an unknown number. I knew wouldn’t be able to hear the person calling over the sound of our loud freight train of an engine… but I picked it up anyways.

“HELLO?” I yelled

“Hi, is this Ashli?” A woman replied.

“YEA, WHO IS THIS?” I hollered back. (Remember, in a loud car and months of staying home with children. I’d lost some social skills and basic adult conversation abilities)

“Hi, my name is Stacy, and I’m wondering if you could help me with my house?”

My eyes lit-up a tad and I sat up a little straighter, leaning my head out the window as if I’d be able to hear her a little better.

“Ummmmm OF COURSE. I mean, let’s talk. Can I call you back when I get home?” I said calmly.

And there it was… My worn out, sleep deprived SAHM silver lining of an off-ramp.

(To be continued)

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