I've spoke about my opinion on this subject before, that I think motherhood should be viewed as a career. Now I've actually gone and done it. I'm now co-owner of a daycare with my best friend and it certainly is Motherhood times 10. I now kind of understand what it must be like to have triplets as there are 3 babies to care for every day, plus my two, plus 6 year old twins after-school.
I love that I get to wear jeans and a sweatshirt to work, not to mention the fluffier and funnier looking the socks the better. I'm the anti-fashionista and I like it this way. Sure I spend most days with some degree of snot, spit up or other bodily fluid on me, and sure I got an accidental hand full of poop when one of the babies was carefully concealing a poop splosion, but I just can't help but laugh about it afterward. It's not anything different than I've encountered during my four years as a mom. Even when there are 3 babies crying I have a great friend there to help me laugh off any feelings of being overwhelmed.
I think it's safe to say that I've slipped into my new career quite seamlessly. I went from sitting in my cubicle like veal to feeling fresh air (weather permitting of course), playing games, reading stories, and hanging out with some pretty cool little people, not that I don't miss some of the co-workers I no longer see. As expected, the pay is not all I dreamed it would be, but we're working on it. All the stress that I had before has melted away and I never worry about getting in trouble for talking to my co-worker too much. I don't have to sit through any more awkward annual reviews where I try to play up my awesomeness to people who don't really care all that much about me anyway. Not to mention that every day is take your children to work day.
If anything it's made me a better mother. I've really watched and helped my children acquire new skills. Hannah has started reading and she works on writing her letters every day. She is using scissors well and has found a love for putting puzzles together. My son has found new children to give hugs to and play with besides his big sister. Sure we're on our second nasty cold in two months and both kids got their very first ear infections last week (in both ears), but hopefully their immune systems will be equipped to handle the onslaught of germs they'll encounter when they start school.
I used to think that if I just made more money and had more time off then I'd be happy in my career. But here I am making less money,working 10 plus hours a day and I couldn't be happier. I sleep like a baby at night and I never ever worry about what the new day will hold for me. I know any stress I feel will quickly be replaced with laughter. I can pull my kids in for a snuggle whenever I want. I can snuggle little babies and know with 99 percent certainty that I will never again have baby fever. We do need more kids enrolled because life is still life and there are always bills that need to be paid, but at least know I know that I won't have to pay with my sanity.
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Monday, November 8, 2010
Will Work For Daycare
Today a very clear and distinct vision of my life came into comical view. I stand on the side of the road with a dirty rough cut piece of cardboard in my hands with the words WILL WORK FOR DAYCARE written in magic marker. (Side note: Anyone have any idea what is so magical about a magic marker? Will I get what I write as long as it's written in magic marker? Totally wish that were the case.) So in my vision I am like that jobless person who stands by the side of the road, desperate for work, so desperate they will work for food. There is something especially captivating about these people. They don't ask for handouts; they ask for help and it's really hard not to really SEE them. So too am I, standing on the side of my career path if you will, asking for help - WILL WORK FOR DAYCARE.
Since my mother is currently in the hospital with a broken ankle, I'm left in limbo with childcare. I work part-time (3 days a week) so you'd think that there would be some monetary break for less than full-time childcare. But I have not ONE but TWO children. Here is where the real exponential cost of having more than one child comes into play. The cost of one more plate at the table, the cost of one more pack of diapers, an additional toy, none of them really level your budget like the cost of daycare. For the first time since I was pregnant with my three-year-old daughter, I've starting pricing out daycare. I'm hoping my need for it is for the next month to three months while my mom recovers.
I priced out a local daycare center, you know the kind, full of amenities like feeding your child, reading, singing, playing, changing them (the things moms do automatically, for free, but perhaps without the formal agenda). It would cost me, not one of my two monthly paychecks, but basically one and a half of them. After the cost of gas, I would be left working to pay for my children to be cared for by strangers. Sigh.... So I thought, let's ask anyone who might know anyone who might be able to watch them in their home. So I talked to a stay-at-home mome who watches children in her home. Yes, it's a decidedly cheaper option, but still regretably expensive when you consider my budget for childcare was $0 and there is really no extra money in sight. Believe me (and if you don't just ask one of my friends) I am one of the most frugal people on Earth.
I don't know for the life of me how working families pay for childcare these days. I understand how important it is to have someone you trust caring for your children when you're not around, ESPECIALLY if you have ones far too little to tell you if something bad happened or they were ignored or...let's step off that bad path at the turn here. I get it, but I also know from working in a daycare for my whopping two days (yes it was that stressful and oh yes I was already getting a fresh cold) that you pay people WAY TOO LITTLE money and put them in a room filled with more children then they can responsibly care for and even the caregiver with the best of intentions can't care for your children the way they would like to.
It's so beyond frustrating. I keep thinking, this is NOT what I signed up for when I had children. When I hatched my brilliant job-share plan, I did it with the belief that a stranger would not be raising my child. I would raise my children and my mother who loves them would care for them, if not exactly like I would than equally as well. So for now, they are being looked after by other family members for as long as my welcome and wallet aren't worn out. I'm grateful for the help, but I am woefully worn out from stressing about money and childcare and work. I realize there are a lot more women with less resources and options than myself and I wonder how they do it. For weeks I have felt frustration, shame, failure, and guilt. I go to my job and my day is punctuated with moments of utter sadness. I know I'm rowing against a current I cannot possibly overtake.
In college, when things got bad I came up with my very first Erinism as I now call my quotes, my snippets of life philosophy. It was meant to keep me going when I wanted to give up. I wrote it down and hung it on my wall. "It's a hard lesson to learn that sometimes your best is not good enough, and a harder lesson to keep going when it's not." I guess it's about that time to write it down once again and hang it, preferably at height level, where I might be inclined to bang my head if it weren't there offering me a more positive option.
Since my mother is currently in the hospital with a broken ankle, I'm left in limbo with childcare. I work part-time (3 days a week) so you'd think that there would be some monetary break for less than full-time childcare. But I have not ONE but TWO children. Here is where the real exponential cost of having more than one child comes into play. The cost of one more plate at the table, the cost of one more pack of diapers, an additional toy, none of them really level your budget like the cost of daycare. For the first time since I was pregnant with my three-year-old daughter, I've starting pricing out daycare. I'm hoping my need for it is for the next month to three months while my mom recovers.
I priced out a local daycare center, you know the kind, full of amenities like feeding your child, reading, singing, playing, changing them (the things moms do automatically, for free, but perhaps without the formal agenda). It would cost me, not one of my two monthly paychecks, but basically one and a half of them. After the cost of gas, I would be left working to pay for my children to be cared for by strangers. Sigh.... So I thought, let's ask anyone who might know anyone who might be able to watch them in their home. So I talked to a stay-at-home mome who watches children in her home. Yes, it's a decidedly cheaper option, but still regretably expensive when you consider my budget for childcare was $0 and there is really no extra money in sight. Believe me (and if you don't just ask one of my friends) I am one of the most frugal people on Earth.
I don't know for the life of me how working families pay for childcare these days. I understand how important it is to have someone you trust caring for your children when you're not around, ESPECIALLY if you have ones far too little to tell you if something bad happened or they were ignored or...let's step off that bad path at the turn here. I get it, but I also know from working in a daycare for my whopping two days (yes it was that stressful and oh yes I was already getting a fresh cold) that you pay people WAY TOO LITTLE money and put them in a room filled with more children then they can responsibly care for and even the caregiver with the best of intentions can't care for your children the way they would like to.
It's so beyond frustrating. I keep thinking, this is NOT what I signed up for when I had children. When I hatched my brilliant job-share plan, I did it with the belief that a stranger would not be raising my child. I would raise my children and my mother who loves them would care for them, if not exactly like I would than equally as well. So for now, they are being looked after by other family members for as long as my welcome and wallet aren't worn out. I'm grateful for the help, but I am woefully worn out from stressing about money and childcare and work. I realize there are a lot more women with less resources and options than myself and I wonder how they do it. For weeks I have felt frustration, shame, failure, and guilt. I go to my job and my day is punctuated with moments of utter sadness. I know I'm rowing against a current I cannot possibly overtake.
In college, when things got bad I came up with my very first Erinism as I now call my quotes, my snippets of life philosophy. It was meant to keep me going when I wanted to give up. I wrote it down and hung it on my wall. "It's a hard lesson to learn that sometimes your best is not good enough, and a harder lesson to keep going when it's not." I guess it's about that time to write it down once again and hang it, preferably at height level, where I might be inclined to bang my head if it weren't there offering me a more positive option.
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