If by "fulfilling" we mean "ensuring that I remain in a constant low-level state of irritability with occasional spikes of rage".
Look, I'm sure there's plenty of moms who genuinely love being at home all day with their children and are convinced it's the best thing for them. That's not the case with me and my kids. I'm not happy, they're not happy... it's just a mess. Granted, a lot of it is because we can't afford to go out and do much (I don't even have money for public transportation right now), and a lot of it is frustration because I genuinely am trying to get stuff done at home that will bring in money, but they don't comprehend that (and I don't expect them to!).
I miss the days when I was working all day, then got to come home and see them. They were overjoyed to see me, I genuinely was happy and relieved to see them, and we had weekends to hang out and generally enjoy our mutual company. Now we're all in each other's faces all day, and... it wears on me more than them, but it does wear on them.
Not that the SAHM doesn't provide its own interesting lessons. Yesterday, I learned that Gmail caps their response threads at 100 messages, then splits it off.
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