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::Edit:: Wow. I wrote this and then went to bed.. Thank you for all of the kind words and solidarity! We will continue to fight another day. You aren’t alone and I see you.
I was gonna write this really eloquent thing about 3rd wave feminism and being a working mom.
But I think I’ll just say this:
I’m really fucking tired of having to fight the patriarchy.
I’ve been told I wouldn’t want an executive level position someday because I might have a child.
I’ve been terminated from a job while pregnant. Sued and settled out of court.
I’ve been asked to take meeting notes and schedule appointments even in a senior leadership position because I’m “good at it” not because coincidentally I happen to be the only woman at the table. (if this happens to you please read Nice Girls Don’t Get the Corner Office)
I have to ask my husband to read books about the mental load of women. Re: Fair Play by Eve Rodsky
I have send my husband links to hundreds of articles about child development because even though I have a bachelors degree in education/child development, he refuses to believe anything without evidence. (If I had a penis, wouldn’t he just believe me?)
And heaven forbid he take 10 minutes of his hour long shits in the morning to lookup anything about baby led weaning, baby exercises to develop fine motor strength, or the 1,000 questions I’ve asked Google since the baby was born.
My husband was literally offended that the staff and doctor at my OBGYN didn’t speak to him directly during our prenatal visits. They only referred to me. I simply laughed and told him now he knows what it feels like to be a woman.
I have to weigh out the costs of outsourcing childcare. The hole it leaves in my heart juxtaposed the thrill I get from my job. (This is causing me a serious identity crisis. I just wanna work the bare minimum and have energy to play with my daughter. It makes me feel like I’m wasting all of the work I’ve put into my career and education. Capitalism?)
Meal planning and making fucking ribbon activities out of egg cartons. (Why am I even doing this? She just going to turn 4 and only want to eat chicken nuggets and orange jello- she tries to eat the fucking ribbons- not even actually playing)
6-12 weeks is not long enough for maternity leave- it’s not enough for healing, bonding, or adjusting. It’s a whole new person on the planet.
You spend more time preparing your taxes than you do receiving infant care instruction at the hospital.
Any other major surgery/medical event you receive physical therapy post op, except child birth.
Hurry up and get your MBA or whatever 6,000 other certifications you can come up with to prove you are qualified just so they can give the job to some kid 10 years younger than you, with 2 years of experience because he’s the boss’s nephew.
I’m tired of day dreaming about side hustles and the body I’d have if I had energy to “do it all”. Yes, no one is asking me to do it all- but I kind of sometimes wish I could. Because isn’t that the dream we’ve been sold?
I’m just fucking tired.
Signed,
A working mom
I was gonna write this really eloquent thing about 3rd wave feminism and being a working mom.
But I think I’ll just say this:
I’m really fucking tired of having to fight the patriarchy.
I’ve been told I wouldn’t want an executive level position someday because I might have a child.
I’ve been terminated from a job while pregnant. Sued and settled out of court.
I’ve been asked to take meeting notes and schedule appointments even in a senior leadership position because I’m “good at it” not because coincidentally I happen to be the only woman at the table. (if this happens to you please read Nice Girls Don’t Get the Corner Office)
I have to ask my husband to read books about the mental load of women. Re: Fair Play by Eve Rodsky
I have send my husband links to hundreds of articles about child development because even though I have a bachelors degree in education/child development, he refuses to believe anything without evidence. (If I had a penis, wouldn’t he just believe me?)
And heaven forbid he take 10 minutes of his hour long shits in the morning to lookup anything about baby led weaning, baby exercises to develop fine motor strength, or the 1,000 questions I’ve asked Google since the baby was born.
My husband was literally offended that the staff and doctor at my OBGYN didn’t speak to him directly during our prenatal visits. They only referred to me. I simply laughed and told him now he knows what it feels like to be a woman.
I have to weigh out the costs of outsourcing childcare. The hole it leaves in my heart juxtaposed the thrill I get from my job. (This is causing me a serious identity crisis. I just wanna work the bare minimum and have energy to play with my daughter. It makes me feel like I’m wasting all of the work I’ve put into my career and education. Capitalism?)
Meal planning and making fucking ribbon activities out of egg cartons. (Why am I even doing this? She just going to turn 4 and only want to eat chicken nuggets and orange jello- she tries to eat the fucking ribbons- not even actually playing)
6-12 weeks is not long enough for maternity leave- it’s not enough for healing, bonding, or adjusting. It’s a whole new person on the planet.
You spend more time preparing your taxes than you do receiving infant care instruction at the hospital.
Any other major surgery/medical event you receive physical therapy post op, except child birth.
Hurry up and get your MBA or whatever 6,000 other certifications you can come up with to prove you are qualified just so they can give the job to some kid 10 years younger than you, with 2 years of experience because he’s the boss’s nephew.
I’m tired of day dreaming about side hustles and the body I’d have if I had energy to “do it all”. Yes, no one is asking me to do it all- but I kind of sometimes wish I could. Because isn’t that the dream we’ve been sold?
I’m just fucking tired.
Signed,
A working mom