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July 27, 2004
And I hate to make it sound like this second job is something that is incredibly taxing. Because it's not. It's difficult. It's mentally and emotionally a bit draining (it's difficult to stay patient with people while they fumble around with a mouse for 15 minutes trying to click on something) but, ultimately, it's incredibly rewarding and fun and, well, lucrative.
But, I really don't know how people do it. By people, I mean people who work outside the home for 40+ hours a week. My full-time job is a 32 hour a week full time job, and many of those hours are worked from home, sporadically throughout the day. It's taken me 4 years almost to stop feeling guilty about this fact, having come away from a job where I worked 45-50 hours a week, with travel.
I can't remember what that was like. I can't imagine what it's like to come home from an 8-10 hour work day and then have to be energized for your kids. And i mean that not with the "I'm so superior because I spend the majority of my day interacting with my children" trip I'm sure I've laid before, but with the "holy fuck, I don't think I could hack this as a permanent gig and I'm in total awe of people who do" tip.
Because, it's day two, and I'm struggling, and I can already tell that my children are going to be watching an awful damn lot of videos over the next 6 weeks. That's all I'm saying.
I have to say that I have mad respect for the mamas who are helping me out by watching my kiddos, too. The mamas, and the two high school-aged ladies who watched them today. I've got it arranged so I'm paying people 2 days out of the week, and making food the for people the other two days. It's madness. I'm sure I'm paying like half my salary out in food and cash, and thankfully I'm making enough to be able to afford that. But it's madness. Madness I tell you. And, really, I kind of want those of you who don't have chidren to think of the logistical nightmare of finding childcare for kids in order to work extra hours and make ends meet...particularly the next time you hear about "welfare moms" and what have you. Or the working poor. Because, it is. It's a logistical fucking nightmare.
Which isn't to say that I'm not having at least a tiny bit of fun with it. I seem to enjoy logistical nightmares. Which is why, when I finish with this post, I'm going to finish making the Morrocan stew that I got 3/4 done with on Sunday, and I'm going to whip up a bowl full of hummus and slice up some pita bread so I can bring it all to the babysitter's tomorrow.
And this weekend, I'm making a huge crockpot full of spaghetti sauce so I can fix two gorgeous lasagnas to bring over next week. My new motto? Will Food For Work!
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you're absolutely right: it's hell to have kids and work full time. i don't see when and how i'll be able to have a baby of my own. i mean if you're around for six months and then you give the baby to a daycare, what's the point? and yet i was told, last weekend, "it's a choice". now i love the woman who said it, but she had her kids 30 years ago, and no matter how she tells me they were broke living on only her husband's salary, all i can think of is "broke? you owned a house at the time, you know nothing about broke!" it is a nightmare, even when there are two adults around. like i told you, i think all single parents should get the nobel prixe (and a nobel prize, last time i checked, came with a $100,000 check: don't tell me that wouldn't help!)