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Mommy Wars

A lesson in quitting, or screw you, Mommy Wars

by selfmademom on February 16, 2010 · 1 comment

Son: “Mommy, why did such and such (name witheld) leave our class earlier this year?”

Me: “Well, she quit.”

Son: “What’s quitting?”

Me: “Hmmm… (realizing I probably shouldn’t use that term loosely around an almost four-year-old.) It’s when you decide not to do something anymore. Sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s bad. Like, remember I used to work? Remember I showed you my office downtown? But then I quit my job to stay home.”

Son: “Yeah… you quit because you wanted to be a mommy. And be around kids.”

Me: “Yeah, something like that.”

If only it were so cut and dry, right?

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Two prominent bloggers have attacked the issue I wrote about last week again this week. I think we’re all saying the same thing although since I don’t consider myself a WAHM because I don’t feel my pithy freelancing really counts as that, I can’t vouch for all the attacks on the WOHM vs. WAHM. I still think it it’s all silly and hope one day we can just put the freaking labels away and stop writing about this and share a laugh about how hard it is to be a mom in general over a cocktail. I’ll take a momtini extra dry.

The end.

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Show me the money, not a new job

by selfmademom on June 17, 2009 · 1 comment

I think I forgot to mention in my last post that, uhm, last week I was offered a full-time job. That’s right. A chance to strip off the lululemon, a reason to dry my hair every day (although that is debatable) and most importantly make me some money.

Of course I turned it down instantly.

I’m sure admitting that has got to be every career coach’s worst nightmare. The job was interesting, it actually paid me money, and would have been a good fit. A good fit, had I not been five months pregnant and in no mental condition to take on a full-time job. Seriously, the next time someone asks me for career advice I’m just going to laugh in their face. Apparently the only thing I’m good at these days is avoiding any type of work commitment.

That being said, sometimes I do have a regret about my decision. But only when I think about the potential money I could have been making. One thing I miss about not working is not having my “own” money. The kind where a certain someone doesn’t care if I come home with that new pair of lululemon pants. Of course when I worked all of my “own” money was sort of fake because I enevitably had to have my husband bail me out at tax time due to a lack of me understanding anything about that “withholding” column, or whatever. But it was easier to get away with it.

Or maybe it was because the economy was better.

Whatever the case, the money would never be worth me leaving my envious and rather comfortable position of staying at home, but it did make me pause.

For about half a second. My old lululemon pants are just as cute as the new ones I’ve seen.

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And the mommy wars debate carries on…

by selfmademom on June 13, 2009 · 14 comments

tugofwarJust when I think the mommy wars debate has died down, a popular, and somewhat controversial site has to go and dredge it all up again. In a recent Momversation webisode, some of the most formidable bloggers tackle the (why won’t it ever die?) headline “Are You a Stressed Working Mom?”

I rarely watch this type of online chattering, but when Y tweeted about the resurrection of a common mommy wars debate I had to tune in.

I’d say the episode doesn’t really deal with the stresses of working motherhood so much as it becomes a platform for the women to talk about why they work, how they can’t be SAHM (uhm, because apparently in the video all we do is play with trains for five hours a day), and the ins and outs of freelancing/ working from home. Included in the discussion is everyone’s favorite former work/ life balance guru Lisa Belkin of the New York Times who now authors the parenting blog, Motherlode, for the paper. There’s some discussion of the “freelance” career path and not becoming the next CEO, but overall, the conversation never reaches into those deep, dark depths of working motherhood like tearing yourself away from your kids to go to work when they are screaming, and guilt we all feel when we have to choose work over our children.

And this is where the debate began to rage.

Temporarily Me and Miss Zoot reacted strongly about the video. You can read the posts for yourselves, but at the core of the argument is that even if moms work, there are discernable differences between all the types of working moms and those who work outside of their house in an office have it harder (edited to add: Miss Zoot did not intend her post to read that way, and I totally see her point, now). (To the Momversation episode’s credit, Daphne, of Cool Mom is actually honest about what the internet’s version of working motherhood is: freelancing and blogging from home is not really all that stressful of an occupation.)

I’ve talked about all this before.  Are you listening, internet? The mommy wars is old news.

Too bad it never dies. That’s because the choices we make as mothers are bound to conflict not only each other, but ourselves. It could be working or not, breastfeeding or not, feeding your kids organic foods or not- just about everything we do as mothers includes a choice we have to make that is inevitably going to piss someone off.

Unfortunately, though, many moms and dads don’t have a choice about whether or not they have to work.  Those who don’t have a choice cannot help but feel anger towards moms who work at home living out their dream of writing, designing web sites, whatever.  Likewise, the moms who work at home at “real” jobs, or doing these freelancing jobs think their situation is tough and that they have the stresses of all working moms as well.

Those of us like me who are just SAHM, well, we just suck all over the internet, don’t we. Because we just sit on our asses and eat bon bons all day long.

I’ve been around all the blocks possible with regards to working. I’ve worked at an office. I’ve worked at home. I’ve worked out of state. I’ve “freelanced.” I’ve not worked at all.

And guess what? None of it is easy and all of it is, well, gasp. WORK.

So I understand all sides of the debate. I understand those moms who are stressed out because they have to go to the office, but their kids have the flu and day care won’t take them so they are scrambling for child care. I get that. I get those moms who slow down their career path to keep themselves in the mix because they can’t stay home all day. I get those moms who work a ton even though they work from a virtual office at their house. I also get those moms who don’t want to work at all, but who freak out because their kids cry all day and they didn’t make it to the dry cleaners on time.

But what I don’t get? I don’t get why time after time, year after year, this “us” vs. “them” debate in the working mom world rears its ugly head. Yeah, the Momversation episode was totally slanted to a certain working mom demographic. But maybe that was its point. To show a sample of what’s out there. Because we all know “real” working moms just don’t have the time to film a five-minute internet show. (Just kidding, but you don’t, right?)

I know that no matter what anyone labels me, thinks, sneers at or is jealous of, that I’m glad I had the ability to make the career decisions I did. I don’t care if the WAHM or WOHM next door thinks I’m crazy because I enjoy playing with pretend airplanes ad nauseum.  Because I made a choice, and it was my choice, and I’ll be damned if anyone is going to make me feel bad about it.

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Off-ramped and Unbalanced

by selfmademom on April 27, 2009 · 5 comments

I think people assume that when you quit your job to stay home, time suddenly appears out of nowhere like that annoying hair on your chin. Oh! You’ll have time to go to the gym, get your nails done, keep the house immaculate, dry your hair and pluck your eyebrows (and that errant chin hair).

But reality says, uhm, yeah, I’m staying home, not working, not commuting, but I still have A CHILD to look after. Which takes a lot of time. Loads and loads of energy-sucking, mind-bending time. I’m not saying being a SAHM or working is harder, but I will say that sometimes being a full-time mom is a bigger time suck.

I know that when I worked, I didn’t work from 7 am to 8 pm, but now that I’m home, I’m on the clock most days for at least 13 hours. This is not counting up at night, awake earlier than the sunrises, and general “I need the covers mommy” at 10:30 pm.

Now I know that when I worked, I’d have to be a mom for 2 hours in the morning, a professional at the office, and then a mom again for a few hours at night, but I remember at least being able to close the door on someone if I didn’t feel like talking. Now, there’s always Dora to help me do that at home, but I can hardly leave the room for too long.

As much as I’m making asinine comparisons, this post isn’t for trying to figure out what’s harder, what’s more stressful, what’s better for your kids or anything.

I would just like it to be known to the general public, or whoever comes to my blog via the search terms, “the smart way to quit your job” (now you’re talking!) or “signs that your boss is interested in you,” (uhm, run!?) or “old people,” (because some days I feel like I’m 90 by 6 pm), that there is no balance at home either. We, as moms, are unbalanced either way we try to do it.

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On Bulls and Dinner Parties

by selfmademom on March 15, 2009 · 6 comments

There are two things I’ve been thinking about lately. First, I think my last post about quitting one’s job may have been a little bit bullish. The smart and sassy Kim brought my bullish-ness to my attention when she remembered something I said a long time ago – that re-entry into the workforce wouldn’t be an issue for me because of my fabulous part-time arrangement. She thought I had it all figured out.  I think basically I sound like a big asshat. (Truth be told, my word du jour is “daft prick” but I’ll save that discussion for another day.)

Did I really mean to be so confident about my chances of re-entry? Because I didn’t. I guess I didn’t forsee the whole part-time work thing not working out the way I planned and that I’d be getting more itchy over time for some real work. And yes, I admit it. I’m now really itchy for more work and sort of feeling more unsure about my possibilities than ever.

Which brings me to dinner parties. (Yes, these two topics are related, they really are.)

Whenever I go to a dinner party for my husband’s work I always get a case of the insecurities.  He works with so many smart, engaging and interesting people, that I’m always worried about how it’s going to look when I answer the question,

So, do you work?

Not that they care, nor do I really care what they think.  But I really wasn’t in the mood to discuss the mommy wars with the really smart lawyers around the room.

So imagine my delight when another SAHM at the dinner party sat right across the table from me on the other side of a really smart lawyer. She was older, wiser, had somehow gotten her kids into private school. Wow, I thought, I hit the dinner party jackpot.

But all we ended up talking about was potty training, after school activities, and playgroups. I kept trying to include the really smart lawyer to my left involved in the discussion, but really, what 60-year-old man wants to engage with two neurotic Jewish moms?

Any bullish feeling I had about myself evaporated at the table last night just like that chocolate mousse cake off my plate (my g-d was it good.) I left wishing I had more to add to the conversation than my thoughts about the Ferber method.

There’s always the next party, I guess. Either that, or I’m going to have to become a really good liar.

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How to quit your job

March 12, 2009

I’m not good at many things, but one thing I know I did well was quit my job.  In fact, I’m gonna go right out and say it.  I’m really good at saying “no,” “I don’t think so,” “when monkeys fly out of my ass,” you know.
I’m an excellent quitter. 
Once I decided to pull the plug, [...]

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Oh, the Places I’m Not Going

January 5, 2009

It’s been about a year since I left my job.  Officially, this means that I am officially more of a stay-at-home mom than I ever was a working mom.
But, the one year anniversary of not working seems more significant than the one year anniversary of working after my son was born.  I’ve learned a lot [...]

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The udder mother

June 10, 2008

Now before you all think I’ve been swept away with the fuzz under the rug, I haven’t.  I’ve just been at the petting zoo.  The place where moms have 10 udders, but at least get to sleep while their children pester them for food.

There’s not enough Lasinoh cream on the market to keep her nipples from hurting.
I [...]

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What I really wanted to tell those swooning engaged couples registering at Crate and Barrel yesterday

March 25, 2008

Don’t look at me that way. In 5-10 years, you too, may find yourself dragging a screaming toddler up the escalator on the way to find velvet throw pillows to cover the puke stains on your couch.
Trust me, a toddler throwing grapes on the floor is much better than smushing them in his hands.
You most likely [...]

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