So, there’s this really strange dichotomy of being a working mom.
You have to work twice as hard, be twice as nice, and accept twice as much crap in order to be considered an equal. Because, generally, GENERALLY, men (even fathers) are not the primary caretakers of their children.
So when the child is sick, if both parents work, it is typically the mom who stays home. I don’t know why. It just IS. And when that happens, the men in your workplace may roll their eyes and say, “Yeah, right.” Or the men in your workplace may mutter something under their breath about wishing that THEY had that kind of excuse. Or something else equally likely to make your ovaries suddenly swell and turn all green and HULK MAD SMASH.
And you can try and combat this by saying that you’ll work at home, but let’s face it, if you have a sick child who PROBABLY wants to be on you AT ALL FREAKING TIMES and even when on you must be in front of BLUES CLUES, you’re not going to get a lot done. So you spend every.single.child.free.minute working insanely hard and fast to catch up and stay afloat.
You want to advance in your career, and also people just like volunteering your for shit, so you have a lot on your plate. Like your program-wide, corporate-mandated training that everyone must complete within a week’s window. So you set up tons of advanced planning. You work like crazy to make sure it’s ready. And two days before it starts (and a day before your OTHER event kicks off as well), your baby has a double ear infection. EGADS!
So you take a day off and “work from home”. Baby is sick, needy, and really Blues Clues dependent. So the work is done at night, like a crazy woman, fast and furious. You head back in the next day, excited to be back at work, but of course, the fires have gotten out of control and you spend a few hours on spin control before launching into, you know, your REAL job. And then your husband wants to know when you’re going to be home because he “has stuff that [he] needs to do.”
(I should say here that Bryan is a very good father and often is able to trade sick days with me. But this is not one of those weeks for him, as he’s double-booked.)
So you come home, hellbent on ironing out those last-minute wrinkles before your NEXT event kicks off, and the baby will.not.nap. At all. So you get no work done until the baby finally goes down for the evening, and as you log back on, you realize that this is no way to live. HOW DO SINGLE PARENTS DO THIS? I DO NOT KNOW.
You finally take a break and step away from the computer and decide to make yourself some dinner (it being 8:30 and all) and eat for the first time that day. You turn on the tube, AND GUESS WHAT? THE SCHOOLS ARE CLOSING FOR SWINE FLU. AND SO IS YOUR DAYCARE. FOR THE NEXT TWO (TWO!) DAYS. AT LEAST.
After clearing my calendar for the day, I learned that our daycare is, in fact, NOT closed, but with the baby’s immune system being compromised this week, we’re keeping him home for now. I say we, but it’s me. Little ole me, here with this baby. Again. Getting no work done. And knowing that the men I work with are at work, feeling resentful that I’m NOT there and that they are and again reinforcing that glass ceiling.
In other news, I officially detest Kelley from Real Housewives of New York. It made me realize that when we launch Real Housewives of Huntsville that we will not include people we don’t like.
In other OTHER news, I bought a gift for my mom today for Mother’s Day.
And lastly, do your part to avoid the swine flu. Wash your hands and don’t do this: