“JUST a Mom?” “Oh, you don’t work?” If one more person would’ve said those phrases- I might seriously go all Italian on them! Going from a high-profile, public career as an anchor and reporter to having 3 babies within 21 months-(yes, a set of twins in that mix)-to caring for 3 infants was, let’s just…
I can’t take it anymore. THIS is NOT September people! It’s June. We are done-kids, teachers, parents. Done with school!
Full-on whooped. No more bright and shiny like when the school year started. No more everything getting done on time – much less BEFORE it’s due.
Now it’s more like, “WHAT? What is due? When is that ceremony? How many more activities? We had 3 weeks, and you’re telling me 5 minutes before it’s due? Seriously, you’re not even thinking about asking me to do another project, play, event, are you?” I may smack the next person that tells me there’s another event. Since that’s typically frowned upon–I could always opt for another root canal.
I am so flipping checked out of school by now – it’s surprising my kids even get there.
And get this: I’m ROOM MOM.
Not just that. I’m LEAD ROOM MOM. Oh my gawd…who allowed that to happen??
But now, I think I got fired as Room Mom.
T-Rex Sex. And Other Fossil Fun.
Ever Feel Less Than Human?
As a mom (or dad), I know I do.
In fact, one of my boys reinforced that just the other night – telling me I sounded like a
And no, it wasn’t while I was in the bedroom. (Wait, I pause to think now…. was it? But I digress… )
“Momma! You sound like a T-Rex!!”
Yep!! (Now all 3 boys are hysterically laughing at me.)
Wow. Now THAT sounded particularly SEXY!
And the first thing I thought of…. T-Rex Sex. Why? I’m not sure. It must be my demented mind.
They’re telling me how I sound and I’m thinking of sex.
Here’s the skinny…
Meredith Vieira recently announced she will be leaving the TODAY anchor chair to spend more time with her husband and college-aged children.
When a woman at the top of her profession with older children exits the office for a career slow-down or hiatus, some people scratch their heads – why now? Don’t kids need their moms less as they get older?
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I am agnostic when it comes to what Moms should do. It is UP TO YOU! A Stay-at-home Mom works just as much as a Working Mom (outside the home). One of the reasons I started this blog was to get information like this out there. In this piece, Alexa Aguilar makes some interesting points that I want to share.
Happy (almost) Mother’s Day! Two very funny women have been in the news lately for their take on working motherhood:
I have thought very hard and long about what has influenced me over the past couple of years, and since I have been at this dinner in 2008, I have given birth to two boys and I’ve left Saturday Night Live and I started my own TV show, and it’s been a crazy couple of years, and I thought who besides Madam Secretary Clinton and Lorne Michaels have influenced me? And it was the women who helped me take care of my children. It is Jackie Johnson from Trinidad and it is Dawa Chodon from Tibet, who come to my house and help me raise my children. And for you working women who are out there tonight who get to do what you get to do because there are wonderful people who help you at home, I would like to take a moment to thank those people, some of whom are watching their children right now, while you’re at this event. Those are people who love your children as much as you do, and who inspire them and influence them and on behalf of every sister and mother and person who stands in your kitchen and helps you love your child, I say thank you and I celebrate you tonight. [Hat Tip: New York Magazine]
I’ve got an idea for Mother’s Day. So hopefully, the hubs is reading this and will see it.
Instead of getting me breakfast in bed, letting me sleep in or even get me some nice jewelry – how about you get me this: a PAYCHECK. That’s right – a check to cover my salary, bonus, benefit, paid time off, and other perks for the next year. And I can tell you exactly how much to make the check out for: $115,432.
Huh, – how did I come up with that number? Read on
I was on the phone yesterday doing an interview for a story when I mentioned that I’m going to be a stay at home mom with Harper, rather than finding another job. The
woman I was speaking with was a well accomplished Manhattan attorney — and mom. “Well, don’t stay home for your kids,” she told me. “They won’t remember. Make sure you do it for yourself.”
She said that when she told her 23-year-old daughter that she’d stayed home with her Saturday nights because she couldn’t bear to leave her, the daughter deadpanned: “That was stupid.”
A reader on MommyMoi recently left me a similar comment: “All I know is that FOR ME, the nine years I stayed home with my children (mainly because of unemployment) were not good. I love being at work, and my children (now 13, 15 and 17) don’t even remember that I was ever home. They understand that I love my job just about as much as I love them. Of course, I was able to arrange my hours so I could be home in the evenings. Most studies I have seen indicate that children benefit most from parents who are happy, so you have to decide what will make you happiest. For me, it was definitely work outside the home!”
After my son, Andrew, was born, I faced a question as fraught as formula versus breast milk. Could I climb the career ladder in sweatpants?
It started when an acquaintance questioned why I was sending Andrew to day care. “But you’re a writer. You can work from home,’’ she said. “You
wouldn’t need child care!’’ For a nanosecond, my heart fluttered. I could be a stay-at-home-working mom! I’d stroll with other moms, then toil while he napped. We’d play until dinner, and then I’d work all night —leaving just enough time to take a quick shower and go insane.
Moved by devotion to parenthood and career, I seduced myself into thinking I could be mom and employee at the same time. Working from home seemed like just the answer. And it was the answer, thanks to increased flexibility and no commuting time. But I didn’t give up my day-care slot. I couldn’t nurture a career and a baby, so I cobbled together an arrangement that (usually) suits me: I’m a work-at-home mom. Andrew attends care part-time, and my mom helps part-time. My office wardrobe is culled from the Kurt Cobain collection and I go hours without speaking to humans. Most days, I’m happy.