When I first heard of The Preppy Girl In Pink, I was smitten. I mean, pink is my favorite color! And talking with Kristen on Twitter, I realized that she was totally down to earth. We follow some of the same blogs and chat with a lot of the same people. I think it was when we became pals on Instagram, though, that we really connected. Something about seeing a person’s life in pictures really shows who they are, I think.

Kristen is the active mom of two girls coming up on their tween years, and she’s an inspiration to me. Not just in that she’s teaching her girls to be involved and healthy, but that she’s showing them how to be classy, grateful young girls. I love that.

Welcome, Kristen!

Greta, thank you so much for inviting me into your space. I’m so happy to be here today. I’ve had so much going on lately that I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make it. Then I realized that what has been going on in my life makes for a pretty good post in regards to Great Expectations.

In April of 2011, I resigned from work with great expectations of being a stay at home mom with a spotless house, freshly prepared meals three times a day, crafts projects displayed proudly and too many more expectations to list.

I thought I was going to nail being a stay at home mom. When I make a decision to do something, I go hard at it. I give it 200% instead of 100%.

I started out with my Swiffer, recipe books, favorite crafts I had bookmarked throughout the blogosphere and the calendar for my ever social daughters.

I cleaned out closets and dresser drawers that hadn’t been touched in ages. (Does anyone remember acid washed jeans?)

I pulled out couches and cleaned under beds. (Hello, giraffe Littlest Pet Shop toy that I was blamed for throwing out with the wrapping paper mess after the previous Christmas.)

I rearranged the pantry and kitchen cabinets. (I’m pretty sure I went back in time from the dates on some of the dry goods in my pantry.)

I tried a few recipes here and there. (What was I thinking?! Cooking three times a day is just torture for me. Dinner planning and cooking is hard enough!)

I made a holiday wreath out of ribbons with friends. (Okay, truth be told…we attempted to make wreaths. Melanie & Cyndi, insert laughter here.)

I went online to make photo albums. (Wow! That is time consuming and well, with so many options…it can be a bit overwhelming.)

I went on a field trip just 3 days after my last day of work to the National Zoo with a bus full of 2nd graders in DC traffic. (Do I really need to say anything more here?)

I was living the life that I had pictured as being the type of stay at home mom my family needed to get along and function as a whole but I was really struggling. Yes, I was grateful that we could afford for me to be able for me to stay at home with our two daughters. Yes, I was happy to be able to actually see my old friends and have the time to make some new ones without a hectic work and travel schedule. Yes, I was much more comfortable allowing my girls to go to more activities now that I had the time to volunteer and meet the people they wanted to spend time with.

I was meeting all of these great expectations that I had filled my head with and my family was thriving instead of struggling but I was not feeling like myself. I felt like I was missing something. I felt like I needed more. I didn’t need a whole lot more but a little.

So, I talked to my husband after almost a year of me trying to be June Cleaver (Why didn’t I remember that she was a fictional character?!)  and we decided that I needed to try to find something part time in the workforce. We didn’t want life to get crazy again with both of us working full time, travelling and passing like ships in the night. We didn’t want our girls to worry that things would go back to the way they were before when both of us were gone so much.

After a year and a half, we are finally where my family needs to be for all of us to be happy. I have the best of both worlds. I am a stay at home mom that works part time from home. It may only be less than 10 hours a week but it is enough. It is enough for me to feel like I am still contributing to our household. It is enough to make me feel like my brain will not shut down from not challenging it.

And most importantly, it is enough for my daughters to see that just because you have this illusion of what your great expectations may be in life…that you can always change them.

Photo by: A Little Something Photography

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