You know what p##### me off? The way people act like being a stay-at-home mom is some luxury. Like I’m just lounging around in yoga pants sipping lattes. Nah, I’m scrubbing s### out of underwear, refereeing tantrums, trying to cook something everyone will eat without gagging, and oh yeah doing it all with zero breaks, no paycheck, and d### near no appreciation. I don’t clock out. I don’t get weekends. I can’t even take a s### without someone banging on the door. But sure, tell me how “lucky” I am to be home all day. Lucky my a##.