Not too long ago, my husband told me that he wouldn’t be able to take our kids to the sitter’s in the morning as we had planned on. He had an early work meeting scheduled, and did I mind if they went a different day?
Oh, sure, hubby, no problem. Despite the fact that my husband and I both work full time and contribute to our family’s finances (and I, in fact, make more), when push comes to shove and a child gets sick or there’s a package that needs signing for, only one of us is expected to rearrange work to accommodate life: me.
I happen to be part of a very secret group of women: the invisible generation of “moms who work from home.”
I’m a full-time freelance writer, which means that if I’m not working, I’m not making money. Working as a freelancer means having the freedom to be the one to stay home with a sick kid, but it also means a tremendous amount of stress because I’m trying to maintain normal business hours and run every aspect of a functioning business, from marketing and content creation to the backend work of taxes and expense management, sometimes while holding a small child’s puke bucket. I have interviewed celebrities while changing a baby’s poopy diaper and it’s not always easy to feel like the professional I am.
Like Wonder Woman, women who work from home appear completely normal on the outside. (OK, so maybe fantasizing that I look like Gal Gadot is a stretch, but you get my drift.) We do the cleaning and the cooking and the child chauffeuring and the diaper changing and the doctor’s visits, and we’re always that person who’s home to sign for the random delivery or take care of the kid with a fever.
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