Sometimes, I need more than 140 characters.
"a little drunk on intuition, maybe taking things too far"
I just love it when academics whine about the work-life balance and parenting issues. Somehow, most of the whining happens to come from them. (Maybe because they’ve got so much time on their hands to write articles to national newspapers?)
Yes, it’s so hard for you, with your job that allows you to work flexible hours from home. Not having to be somewhere physically at set hours every day like the majority of workers. Hours that often change without notice. Not having to be tied to email like those of us more fortunate to be in the “overworked and overpaid” category. It must really fucking suck.
Try raising a child and working a job that requires standing up and all day, that you can’t leave to get lunch or take a break, never mind go visit your child at daycare. That you can’t afford anyway so you’re forced to rely on a patchwork quilt of less than reliable friends and relatives. Or having to go to a different state, for weeks, if not months at a time, to try a case, sign a deal, supervise construction.
I’m not saying that these voices shouldn’t be heard, but they seem to represent the majority of the parenting debate in this country and that needs to stop. We need to hear form people whose experiences mirror those of the majority of Americans. Unfortunately, they’re too busy working and juggling childcare to express them.
There are days I forget about Ned, but then something will remind me of him, and it’s just as hard as it was when it first happened. The edge has worn off, but in some ways, it’s harder. Because he hasn’t been here for seven months and that number will just keep getting bigger.
Because when your neighbors were racist assholes to your painting contractor and you can’t get into said apt because you can’t figure out the locks, the only thing to do is soak in the pool