I’m a stay at home mom. We know this about me.
We also know that I work for my dad a few hours per week. So that I *can* go to these blogger conferences that are slowly going to become an expensive addiction.
Did you know that I used to work? I did. Back when I was divorced.
I worked at a very fine, high falutin, fancy schmancy jewelry store.
My children were small…3 and 5.
Their dad was sporadically involved and even more sporadic with child support (shocking, right?). I decided, with a push from a friend, to get a job.
What a waste of money and time.
To stray from the path this post is going…I don’t believe in selling something because of commission. Especially when you know that piece of jewelry is going to come back after a big event it’s being worn to and the commission will be taken away. I HATE that!!
Like I said. I was a full time single mom. Working 30 hours per week. Paying an in-house day care person $10 out of the $14.50 I was making per hour. Leaving my kids, crying at home or kindergarten. Every single day…except Friday and Sunday.
It was a losing proposition. For me. For my kids. For my bank account.
My son was having an especially hard time. He needed me. Transition was not, and still isn’t, one of his strong points.
One day. He was having a breakdown. A SEVERE one. He was a five year old on the brink of, what seemed like, suicide. Yeah, I’m not exaggerating. It was bad.
My day care provider called me. I needed to come home. He needed me. She couldn’t calm him or reason with him.
I spoke to the manager. I explained what was going on. That MY SON needed me today. NOW.
They fucking fired me. Right then and there. While I was sitting in his office, showing weakness by crying. How’s that for humanity, emeffers!?
Admittedly, I did have a couple of crazy stunts. I had to run out in the middle of my shift a couple of weeks prior to the demise of our association. My friend who sometimes picked my son up from school had forgotten him. So I left to go get him. Wouldn’t you have done the same???
They told me that my employment wasn’t working for them. And they were letting me go.
Fine by me. I hated it there. They were self serving assholes, the whole lot of them. Don’t even get me started on their reaction to 9-11 and the concern they had for THEIR bottom line. Yeah, seriously.
The crazy thing is, they “escorted” me to my little work locker. And by “escorted” I mean…undercover police guy and head of store security…who was cracking up because I’m such an intimidating character.
MY SON needed me. And I got fired for it.
Now. I’m going to get to the WHOLE POINT of this post.
I’ve been on both sides of the spectrum. Work. Stay at home.
So I speak from a little experience.
They both are hard.
There is NO DOUBT.
As a stay-at-home mom, the last time I was able to go to the bathroom without someone interrupting me…
Well, I had to go out of town. Chicago, last weekend. It was nice. I pooped without anyone screaming for me.
But being a stay at home. There is no reprieve. We are on call 7 days a week. 24 hours a day. 365 days a year. Period.
It’s THE hardest job that I’ve ever ventured, knowingly and willingly, into.
Now that you have a little background…
I’m delving into the whole stay-at-home vs. working moms.
You can thank my sister.
So this, my friends, is to be continued.