Just Another Manic Momday: Welcome....Heir to Blair!:
When my son was 13 weeks old, I slipped back into a black pencil skirt & three-inch stilletos to take my place in the coporate world once more. Every day for the next year, I tearfully kissed my little boy goodbye & bitterly plowed through paperwork & client calls. I hated being a working mother. I was wracked with jealousy over my stay-at-home-mom friends when they held playdates & lunches. I struggled with finding balance between work, marriage, motherhood, home, & myself. News articles hounded home that the children of working mothers were fatter, sicker, & worse off than children of mothers who stayed home. & it didn't matter if Charlie Sheen himself wrote the study, I believed that I was failing my child by working.
Slowly, that cloud of despair has lifted as my postpartum depression healed & my little family settled into a comfortable routine. I met a few fellow working momma friends that helped me feel less alone as we shared tips for managing it all. & you know what? I realized that it doesn't suck. Sure, being a working momma is HARD. You're "on" 24/7, not only meeting the demands of a family & toddler tyrant, but also the demands of clients, bosses, products, & everything in between. But it definitely has it's perks.
Reasons Being A Working Mom is the Hot Jam
- The paycheck. Money pretty much rocks & whether you're using it to put a roof over your head (like me) or buy pretty things from Anthropologie (occasionally me), it's a good feeling to see the bank account swell & know that I earned some of the cash that keeps us full.
- Lunch breaks that don't include peanut butter & jelly unless I'm lazy & pack that for myself. They also don't include being pelted in the face with mushy banana. I can sit down with a good friend in a restaurant or eat quietly at my desk. Sometimes in the fall & spring when the weather's nice, I take a walk around my office or eat outside in the sunshine while reading a book. It's a rare moment that I get to myself.
- Running errands by myself. Lunch isn't all bon-bons, though. Most of the time, I'm running errands - grocery shopping, dry cleaning, buying dog food & diapers. It's the only time I can get my teeth cleaned or my hair cut or my lady-bits examined, so I'm that gal laying on the exam table, eating a taco while the gynecologist...you know what? I'm not even going to go there. But I do get to do the mundane things in life by myself without hauling a screaming toddler in & out of a carseat, which makes them easier & faster.
- The look on his face when I pick him up at the end of the day. I open the front door & he's there, running towards me with a big smile on his face. He cannot wait to see me & it's reassurance that I'm still his favorite person.
- Cute clothes. Okay, I'm actually torn on this one because some days I could really do without the tights & three-inch heels. But when I'm at home, I tend to slave away in jeans & crummy tshirts. Working ensures that I'm put-together with curled hair & make-up...at least 75% of the time.
- Adult conversation. Granted, chatting about budgets with a coworker that has horrible breath isn't necessarily my idea of a good time, but sometimes I think it beats listening to Wonder Pets on repeat.
- Living for the weekends. By the time Saturday & Sunday roll around, our entire little family is haggard & in need of rest. But it's also a time to celebrate being together, so we cook a hot breakfast every morning & spend as much time in the sunshine as possible, after being cooped up in offices. Nate & I trade off getting time alone - both to ourselves & time alone with Harrison.
- Things are 100% equal on the parenting front. Like all parents, we're both equally exhausted. But since we both log 40+ hours in the office, neither can point fingers at who worked harder. That means that chores, parenting, & responsibilities are split 50/50. I have just as much time to cook & clean as he does, so when we're almost falling over dead on Friday night, we're both folding size 18 month onesies & pants.