I've never felt any ill feeling towards being a SAHM (I'm the first to defend it as a wonderful career ) but I had my first hesitation this morning. Dd (who's 3 in Feb) told me to leave the sitting room (she wanted to watch cbeebies) as it was her programme and I should go in the kitchen and 'do cooking.' The tv (she said) was hers but 'this yours, mummy' she said pointing to the hoover.
Great!