For parents who work outside the home, does it get any easier either (a) when your spouse finishes training or (b) when your kids are in grade school? We're a few years away from both, and I just don't know if there's any point in holding out hope that anything going to change.
My problem is that between parenting and work, I have no time for anything else. It's kids in the morning until day care drop off, work until mid-afternoon, pick up kids and play until their bedtime, and then work until midnight. Nurse a couple times and repeat. Often without ever seeing DH.
I haven't touched my hobbies since my second child was born; I don't read, watch TV, exercise, or do anything to relax; I'm terrible about "dating" my husband because there is never a night when we're both not working at the same time; I keep saying I want to get involved in some political causes about which I'm passionate-- but I don't feel like I have time to do anything that makes me who I am, and I'm not sure that's how I want to live.
I love my career, and wouldn't give up a second with my kids, but something has to give.
I'd love to believe that in a few more years, the little ones will be less needy, the doctor will be more available, and all of a sudden I'll have these blocks of time to write a book and sew and volunteer. But I'm not sure if that's a reasonable expectation. I feel like I keep hearing people warn not to think that older kids require any less attention. And of course I've been warned that attendinghood is not going to solve my problems. Even if DH is around a little more, and a little more predictably, he's not very hands-on with the kids. This has me thinking that maybe I should stop hoping it will get better and figure out now how to either accept that fact that personal time doesn't exist or give up on my career.
Please tell me your stories!
My problem is that between parenting and work, I have no time for anything else. It's kids in the morning until day care drop off, work until mid-afternoon, pick up kids and play until their bedtime, and then work until midnight. Nurse a couple times and repeat. Often without ever seeing DH.
I haven't touched my hobbies since my second child was born; I don't read, watch TV, exercise, or do anything to relax; I'm terrible about "dating" my husband because there is never a night when we're both not working at the same time; I keep saying I want to get involved in some political causes about which I'm passionate-- but I don't feel like I have time to do anything that makes me who I am, and I'm not sure that's how I want to live.
I love my career, and wouldn't give up a second with my kids, but something has to give.
I'd love to believe that in a few more years, the little ones will be less needy, the doctor will be more available, and all of a sudden I'll have these blocks of time to write a book and sew and volunteer. But I'm not sure if that's a reasonable expectation. I feel like I keep hearing people warn not to think that older kids require any less attention. And of course I've been warned that attendinghood is not going to solve my problems. Even if DH is around a little more, and a little more predictably, he's not very hands-on with the kids. This has me thinking that maybe I should stop hoping it will get better and figure out now how to either accept that fact that personal time doesn't exist or give up on my career.
Please tell me your stories!
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