One of the hardest things to do as a stay-at-homer (for me at least) is get out of bed everyday. It's not that I am depressed this is by no means the case, but it's getting up to someone else's needs everyday. You know how, when you have a job outside of the home, you get up leave the house and go to work. That's not so when you are a stay-at-homer. I know! It's craziness! Seriously though... So those who work at least have a variance in schedule. The weekly grind and then the joy of the weekend. It's not that they have nothing to do on the weekends (I'm sure working mother's play catch up on the weekends as do we all), but they have something different to do. As a stay-at-homer, everyday is basically (not technically) the same. You wake up have a short time to yourself and then it's breakfast, getting everyone dressed, brushing teeth, morning clean up, rushing to get somewhere on time, diffusing fights and tantrums, etc. You get the pict...
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye." -Antoine Saint-Exupéry