I work. Sue me.

I am a working mother of three. Please don’t judge me. Don’tlook down your nose at me when I wear exhaustion like a cloak, when my childrenare asleep on the floor of my office, when I didn’t manage to complete alltheir homework on time.
There is a reason the Hindu goddess Durga is always shown ashaving multiple arms. It is because she was a working mother too. It also whyshe had such a short temper.
Despite what you think, I don’t work because I am selfish(or as my 6 year old says “Shellfish”). I work because like most mothers I haveto. Of course I’d like to stay home, watch every cricket match (okay maybe notthe cricket, but soccer for sure), go to karate and spend 2 hours every dayrevising homework. I’d love to go to the gym, meet some friends for lunch andmaybe do some filing. But, in case you hadn’t noticed we are in a recession.
If I could, I would help in the tuckshop, cover books in thelibrary and chaperone the school disco. The truth is I don’t put my career infront of my family. If I did, I’d still be working in South Africa’s top ad agency,coming home after 12 and have a string of awards to my name. I work because Iput them first. Because without it, they couldn’t go to your school.

My school, back in the day, had an hour of supervised prep every day, so that our parents could get on with parenting. 
My experience so far has been that teachers expect me to get home at 6pm, feed them, bath them, read to them, do an hour of homework and have tem in bed at 7:30. 
I am not Hermione Granger and I don’t have a fancy little eggtimer.

That was how my Friday started, with me apologizing that Ihadn’t managed to do all my seven year old’s spelling and promising we’d do it overthe weekend. Coming on the heels of a work week from hell, it pushed me overthe edge of the abyss. I went to work almost in tears. And then I bought aLotto ticket.
I was weighed down by all the things I couldn’t do, like avisit a friend who really needed me by her side, or be the kind of motherteachers used as an example of perfect parenting. 
Hah! There is no perfectparent. 
We all muddle along the best we can and hope our kids don’t hate usfor it later.
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5 thoughts on “I work. Sue me.

  1. I so agreee with you. I had a particularily bad day at today. Unlike you I only have one child and I work too. Just becuase my husband helps me a lot people say that I am having easy in life. Why? becuase I can come to school function dressed up nicely and THAT too with lipstick?

  2. Hard luck.

    Durga slew the demon the male Gods could not. All those arms were carrying weapons. If a teacher makes a threat- excluding your child if you do not do his homework, say- listen. If the teacher just tells you you are a Bad Parent, listen with a straight face, and then forget it. They can only shame you if something in you hears the words and feels shame.

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