I had been looking at this post on my yahoo account for several days now, and have just gotten around to reading it. It's the Brazen Careerist's comments on mommy porn, or those super beings that end up on the front of Vogue or People Magazine, saying they've achieved life-work balance and that they love being around their kids and coming up with a vaccine for malaria, all at the same time. Oh yeah, and organize the school auction, serve on the PTSA and attend a photo shoot.
Yeah right. No one wants to be around their kids all the time, and there's a reason why so many middle managers spend lots of time at the job, and doing freelance work until midnight, as this great post points out. Apparently many agree, as there are 139 plus comments and counting on this post alone.
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Yes, well, the dirty little secret is that even those of us who quit our day jobs to take care of the kids (and freelance after bedtime -- talk about hitting my where it hurts!) sometimes want a break from the kids.
Because -- now here's the secret part -- we don't stay home for the kids. We stay home for us. There's nothing I hate more than hearing a SAHM complain about her sacrifice at staying home. If it's a sacrifice, sister, go back to work. Because there are wonderful day cares and really, your kids will be fine.
Nope, I stay home because frankly, I never cared much for getting up at 7 a.m. to get to work -- and getting up at 5:30 a.m. to get kids ready and to daycare and myself to work seems even less fun. Add to that the nightmare of coming home to fix dinner, deal with bedtime and ... ugh. No thanks.
Mommy porn is a good term. It makes SAHMs feel inadequate AND working moms feel inadequate. And let's face it. If Angelina Jolie had a real job she couldn't be jetting off to France or India or wherever every 15 minutes, kids or no.
Yep, I'd love to see Angie do her own hair, makeup, get breakfast for the kids, drag kid out of bed and into the shower, make lunches, feed the animals, step over the piles of laundry down the hall you swore you were going to do this weekend, and get out of the house by 7:15 am (you've been up since 5:45 am). You grab the bills on the way out, hoping that you've calculated correctly and none are past due.
Kid to school by 7:30 am, to work to 8 am, and at 5 pm ,or later your head home, as the hubby asks "what's for dinner." If we're lucky we're eating at 7pm, to bed by 9:30 pm and then again we start all over again the next day.
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