Originally Posted by Herausgeber
I am partnered to a great guy, who makes a good living that could easily support our little family but I'm not interested in a division of labor in our household that has him out in the world with me bearing all the responsibility of caring for our little one. My income could also similarly support us, yet no one expects him to quit work and stay home since we "can afford it."
The Bold is my input to this very important point. This is true for us as well, yet no one is questioning my husband either.
I absolutely love what I do and it never occured to me that I couldnt do both
I do not find it difficult. I am home 4 days a week. I am very much present in our home. I am working tonight, but made sure I had tomorrow off, so I could do the ice cream social at school. I took my son to his high school orientation. We swam several times a week, went to the denver museum to see Body Worlds, went to the movies, went for hikes, had a great summer. Ans while I am eternally grateful for the time and effort and all the sacrifices my husband has made to make this life possible, I am also pleased that *I* have made a contribution to make this happen as well. The only thing is, I'm doing both
We also married young, in our very early 20's and like many who did things that way, we had little in the way of life experience, work experience, or much else for that matter, so now that our oldest is 19 and in college, we had little savings. Now, in the last 4 years its is different, but we managed to pay off alot of debt, refinance our house and do a few upgrades (windows and new carpet, an a new fence because the old one was falling down and our very old neighbors are too ill to bother, and we are fine with taking on that responsibility). So with our daughter in school, we are paying cash for her tuition and books. We pay for her car insurance. Our middle son goes to college in two years (he is a junior in high school), and we plan on paying for his education cash as well (as long as it isnt an Ivy league school!). So while some people are confused as to why I work, and equate my love for my children in terms of materialistic things, my reality is quite different. And my kids are awesome, all three, and think I am the bomb. I get text messages saying I love you from my daughter, my middle boy has walked home in the middle of the day because he got an unexpected break in classes because of testing and hung out with me on the playground at the elementary school that my youngest goes to and I volunteer at. My daughter also brings me baked spaghetti from Fazollis where she works on the nights that I work, because she knows I love it. My husband on the way home from racing his car at the track will stop and pick up coffees for all the nurses in the ICU. He takes me to dinner so I dont have to cook, I wake up to all the wash done and the dishwasher unloaded. Coffee is brewing when I get up and I get coffee in bed.
I am loved and appreciated (most days anyway!). Respected and adored.