Full Up
I was explaining a little something about going back to work to p-man last night. I really do feel there is a certain stigma that I am going back to work full-time. That is a question I get a lot... "Are you going back 'full time'? Eye brow raised.
Yes. I reply, downward glance of shame.
I don't like that really but I do understand it. We live in such a frickin' literal culture. I know they are all thinking that if I give a full day at the office I won't have anything left for the kids. Hahahahaha.
Yes. I reply, downward glance of shame.
I don't like that really but I do understand it. We live in such a frickin' literal culture. I know they are all thinking that if I give a full day at the office I won't have anything left for the kids. Hahahahaha.
Labels: social crapola, work
posted by mo-wo at 1:50 p.m.
4 Comments:
Yes, I know of which you speak. I know because I work half-time and so many people feel free to spill over about how lucky or conscientious (depending on their world-view) a mother I am. Somehow, I always feel like someone never able to accomplish anything but that is my projecting onto my own bad work/home habits more than anything else.
Uh, yeah. It's never that cut and dried, is it? We can't leave it all at home, we can't leave it all at work. It's all a big delightful mashup. I admit that if I had no need to worry about things like benefits or pensions or mortgages, I would think half-time ideal, but I certainly don't see full-time as so draining that my child is suffering, either. We work it out. Child gives a little, work gives a little, we give a lot.
(And is it me, or do you somehow find that work can be awfully restorative on occasion?)
I love saying it, I admit it.
"I work FULLTIME."
And instead of shame, I have perfected a look that says, "SO???"
I went back to work FULLTIME when my youngest was 14 weeks old. I know it wouldn't have been right for everyone, but it was right for me -- and by extension, right for my family, too.
I hate it. I hate the wars...but I also, I think, hate how I feel when people ask because I wish it were otherwise. Sigh.
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