I was a SAHM for a very limited time in the scheme of things, yet I can't seem to wrap my brain around the fact that I am and have been a ladder climbing, corporate dwelling, working mom for quite some time now.
It's true, I am a WM, (why can't there be any cool monikers for working moms?) and I am only recently facing some of the bigger challenges that the title entails. We are the ever rising "in this economy" dual income family. I won't tell you the rest because, internet, it is too depressing. So I am an official child care juggler with one car, because my piece
Do you know how hard it is to get child care for 3.5 hours 1 day per week and 2 days every other week. It isn't fair to me or the provider, arrgh! I pay through the nose for my 3 day a week cooperative pre-school and still can't manage to get it all worked out. Then there is the nightmare of the Southwestern public school system. I mean we just got through with winter break, What the FUCK do you mean they are having an in-service day. What the hell do they do on those days anyway?
That aside the husband is simultaneously pimping himself out for a promotion and applying to grad school. The chaos is like manna from heaven, nectar of the gods, shoelaces to shoes, well you get my drift. I love it all, the hustle and bustle, the potential for drastic change. The "economy" can't faze me because I have been too busted for too long. Rejection can't faze me because without it I wouldn't strive to be more.
The moral of this story is that there is no moral... Life is simply how well you roll with the punches.