When you're a stay at home parent and your spouse comes home and asks "what did you do today", I don't think they realize the magnitude of that particular question.  Better yet, you go to a fantastic dinner party, looking all fabulous and someone comes up to you and asks "what do you do?" Grrrrr
Do you want the detailed version or the usual generic. In fact, yesterday, I didn't even have time to sit down except for when I folded clothes.  I went to dance class, came home, vacuumed the whole house, had lunch, went grocery shopping, did dishes, then went to back to school night, came home, grabbed some cold pizza and sexed up my husband.  I'm sure there were a few more details I may have left out, like homework with the kids or the usual after school unlicensed therapy, but you get the gist. Really what does it matter what I do or did, the question should be, "did you have a good day?" or "did you enjoy it?"...always.
We do so much on a daily basis that it's unimaginable to remember it all unless we write EVERYTHING down.  But why, for our own self acknowledgement to let someone else know what we are actually doing.  We do it because we love it and we chose to do this "job".
Just like it takes a special kind of person to teach or care for the elderly, it takes a special kind of person to be a stay at home parent.  To be yelled at, pooped on, have vomit in your hair, and still get up every morning with absolutely no expectations and do it all over again.
Sometimes I wonder about the "special"part, because there is a bit of insanity at play with this monotonous chaos that ensues on a daily basis and a little deranged irritability that could render a novice into a debilitated state.  The lack of sleep, the noise, the psychological warfare, and incessant cleaning of all forms of bodily fluid. It sounds a bit like Apocalypse Now of course without the Napalm in the morning, but it is just another day home with the kids.
On the flip side, you get so much love that it can knock you over at times, literally. The swell in your heart that you are making a difference when your child does decide to share their cookies at the park or their other toys.  You've done good.  Raising kids is definitely not a sprint, but a marathon and definitely not for the faint of heart.  I've always told people you couldn't pay me enough to run a marathon, but this marathon is beyond priceless.

Usually I'm not glad Aug. is over since it's my birthday month, but this one was a little too exciting. Not in the yay throw your hands up in the air roller coaster ride, it was more on the lines of an intense psycho-drama played out at everyone's expense. People, can we all just get ahold of our EGOs please and yank a knot in them to let them know they are NOT the only thing driving our decisions, much to their dismay.
I have never seen so much "poor me"and "what about me" or "my this", me, me, me...
Seriously, let's take a breathe and realize how big the picture really is.  It's not on a 52" HD flat screen, hung purposefully over our fireplace in our giant mansion, it is infinitely so much bigger than we can even comprehend.  Now tell me what man wouldn't want to watch a screen like that.
When we finally face our EGOs and really start to dissect their entire existence in our lives, it becomes like a sticky booger of a relationship, constantly working on you, that you just can't get rid of, and forcing you to think that there has to always be something in order to get something else.  The EGO is constantly asking what's in it for me, causing us to feel like we are not enough. Therefore, the mantra begins that life is unfair, I'm not where I thought I would be at this age, I'm not worthy and so on...It really never ends until we face facts that we are NOT our EGOs.  An EGO is the devil on your shoulder, it's the self sabotage voice in your head when you have a great idea... it sounds like an evil villain  because it is.  It can take you down if you're not aware of it and force you into a very lonely place.  Because, that's all it wants, to rule over you and have only you.  An obsessive stalker that dictates your every move.
OR you can decide to ignore the EGO which pisses it off even more, flood yourself with good vibes of love and happiness or help someone else.  Then you can tell your EGO to fuck off when it starts to creep up and feel jealous that you're not thinking only of yourself and your miserable life.  Which is quite the opposite, because you are alive!  You are worthy and enough. You have this amazing world as a classroom and all these students around to teach and learn.  The EGO doesn't want you to grow, but grow you will, it's inevitable, everything changes, it's like the Bob Dylan song..."To everything turn, turn, turn, there is a season..."
Eventually, your EGO will become an irritant, you will know it's there, but you won't invite it to the party anymore.  Slowly you will free yourself and begin to shift.
We are all going through a shift at this time.  When we don't allow ourselves to grow, we become uncomfortable or irritated and we start blaming other people and lash out.  All we need to do is let go and trust in the universe that the change that is occurring is necessary, just, and a miracle. The universe is always on our side, if we surrender and ignore our EGO, we get to live the life we were meant to, with purpose.  We no longer need or want our EGO.  We pack it away, move on to the next house and live free and easy surrounded by peace and love. If it ever comes back knocking, you don't even need to answer the door.