My Working Mom Stories 08.21.11

I work outside of the home.  Up until I had kids, this was fine with me.  It was something to do.  I was able to get out of the house and have money to buy things I wanted and pay for things I needed.  Now that I have kids, I find it harder and harder to go into work each day.  It isn’t that I hate my job.  I do enjoy it, or rather I tolerate it most of the time.  It isn’t that I hate the people I work with.  For the most part, I love all of the people I work with.  It is just that it seems like all it is doing is taking away from my time with my family and causing more stress.

The just quit your job and be a stay at home mom.  I would if only it were that easy.  Right now I am the one with the stable job and insurance.  It just isn’t an option for me to be able to stay at home with my kids.  And my husband can’t seem to catch a break when it comes to a job.  They jerk his hours around and he always works close.  So this means that most weeks, we get to see him two to three times a week.  And well, it shouldn’t be that way for any family.  Every family with kids should be able to have the stability and time that it needs.  I see it wear away at all of us, my son included.  And it kills me.  But there isn’t much we can do about it.

Yes, I am thankful that we both do have jobs.  Yes, I am thankful that we have food in our stomachs and a roof over our heads.  But we also live with my father.  It is the only way we can make ends meet.  I keep trying to scrape together money here and there to be able to try something new.  It just always seems like something comes up.  A car breaks down, our son needs dental work, lack of time, being sick, needing more training, helping a friend in need, you name it.  And well, there it all goes.

My dream is to be in a situation where when my son is in school, that I can drive him to and from school.  Which means when my daughter starts school, I will do the same for her.  I don’t want to send them to after school.  I want to be at home to help them with homework.  I want to have dinner ready (and yes honey, I know that means I have to cook).  I want to be able to drop everything and be able to pick up my kids if they are sick.  For this to happen, my husband needs to catch a break.  I just pray that it happens soon.  I need to see the light.  Things are just looking bleak to me.

And I am sorry if this offends anyone.  That is not my intention.  I know that there are others that are worse off.  I know that I should be thankful for what I do have.  And I am, I really am.  I also know, like many others, what I want.  I have dreams.  I have frustrations with life and I am voicing them.  It is a good way to get it out and get help when needed.  I encourage others to do the same!

Comments

  1. Could he go work at the hospital? Would that be possible?

    I understand.. I wish I could be a SAHM.. like a legit SAHM

  2. HappyMama says:

    It always really helps me to get stuff off my chest, too. My dream is to be a SAHM and homeschool Paulie. Sounds like you're in between a rock and a hard place.