Disclaimer before you read this post: I am a stay at home mom, and I am not here to tell you that being a working mom is bad/easy/whatever you want to put here. I fully understand that there is ups and downs to both sides. I am not here to judge one or the other, I am simply sharing my story. Read all about Momshaming and how I am against it, if you every question my motives.
Entertaining a tiny human all day is tough work. I just googled "What to do with a 9 month old all day" - yup! Parent of the year award goes to me, thank you very much! (I never actually read the post, I got sidetracked, imagine that) My day literally starts at 6:30 am when she comes into our bed to nurse and then starts climbing all over me until we finally had enough and get up. (by "comes into our bed" I totally mean the husband gets her and brings her over, thankfully she's not some super talent that's walking at 9 months!) From then on, I don't stop until she goes to bed around 6:45 pm. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to stay at home. I feel fortunate beyond belief, but some days are harder than others. I longingly look after my husband as he leaves for work, where he will be able to socialize with adults, have a cup of hot coffee and eat his lunch in peace. Then I snap out of my day dreams and snuggle with my girl, sneak a sip or two of cold coffee and every now and then I even get lucky and am able to eat an entire bowl of oatmeal before she gets bored with her Baby Einstein Aquarium.
So what DO you do with a 9 month old all day? I'm trying hard to get out more these days. It's easy to stay holed up all day during the winter, but it's not good for the soul. Luckily I know other stay at home mommas and can meet up with them every so often. If we do end up staying at home, I've been trying to let her be more independent. That sounds funny when you talk about a 9 month old. What I mean is that I let her play by herself more. She's able to crawl, so I let her explore the house (under my watchful eye of course!), and I encourage her to play with her toys without me having to sit next to her.
I'm hoping once it starts getting warmer, we're able to spend more time in the yard. She's fascinated by plants, so I'd love for her to discover more about nature, maybe even face my fear of butterflies and take her to the local conservatory.
As of right now, in the middle of dead, old, midwestern February, we just try to do our best to not get sick of looking at each other all day. Which, I admit, I could never get tired of staring at her, but it's almost like she breathes a sigh of relief when her dada comes home at the end of the day. Almost as if saying "thank GOD you're here so save me from her!" I try not to take it too personally.