February 11, 2008
*shakes fist angrily at pharmaceutical gods*
I still battle with anxiety, which now is coming through loud and clear in my dreams. Because sleep isn't fraught enough, I guess. The other night I dreamt that Angus had convinced me to leave the babies home alone for 12 hours so we could attend a folk music festival where he would practice his folk guitaring and I would sing along.
Yeah, there's so many things wrong with that sentence that I'm not sure where to begin.
I think that one is related to a great big huge millstone around me neck, though. I was dreaming about panic in leaving the babies. I felt out of control, held to a wall. And I guess that's the case, as in exactly three weeks I have to return to work as my maternity leave ends.
We are a two income family. That's the way it has always been, that's the way it will always be. We are not wealthy but we get by, and part of getting by has been the fact that both of us work. We can't move to a cheaper house as we got this one at a bargain price and we need rooms for all the children, the two who live with us and the two who are a huge part of Angus' heart. We can't trade our cars in for cheaper ones, as one of them is a company car and the other one is a 1997 piece of shit with 165,000 miles on it and more dents than Evil Knievel's favorite bike. Last month the horn fell off on it. It doesn't get any more real than that car, but at least it runs and thus we'll keep it for now.
If anyone feels their fingers itching to lecture me about having the babies in day care, that I should stay home, that I shouldn't leave them to the mercy of "someone else raising them", then see this post as a refresher.
I'm not happy about returning to work, I would love to stay home with them, but it doesn't work that way in our household no matter how much we fiddle with the numbers. I'd appreciate it if no one suggests that there are ways for us to make it work, because unless you're me or my accountant, then you don't know my situation. Considering the fact that I don't have an accountant, unless you're me you don't know how many times I've been through the numbers. It just doesn't work. Even crunching the very scary numbers that day care will mean - for twins, we're looking at paying almost £2000 a month, which is more than our mortgage payment - I have to go back to work. And once I'm back to work, with the day care and the extension coming we're going to be living life lean for a very long time to come.
I accept this. I'm a grown-up. I can't just move in with my parents and expect them to pick up the slack, I have responsibilities and obligations, ones that are important to me to meet. No one will be raising my children but Angus and I. In March the babies will go to day care 3 days a week, moving up to 4 days a week after that. I have structured my work week in agreement with my boss, so that I can be home with them at least one day a week.
I used to scoff at women who didn't return to work. I used to get angry at working moms who would scuttle out of the office at the stroke of 4 pm while I labored on into the evening. I used to use every sanctimonious trick in the book to belittle those who held family over work. And now I'm one of those women, and I owe an apology to every single working mom and stay at home mom that I ever crossed.
Being at a stay at home mom is without a doubt harder than my day job ever was, even at its worst. It's also one million times more rewarding, as I get more out of a smile and a good day with Nick and Nora than I ever did in saying I delivered a project on time and under budget. I would love to stay home with them until they patter off to school in 2012, but unless some great-uncle I never knew I had passes away and leaves me a fortune or unless some philanthropist swings by and pays off our mortgage, that's not possible.
I'm sure the babies will be great - the nursery they are attending has outstanding ratings from Ofstead. They'll be just fine, it's me that will go to pieces. And we do feel they should go to nursery instead of a nanny or au pair as we work from home most of the time and if the babies are home then I know I will absolutely interfere with whomever is watching them. I think it's only natural.
I've been having email dialogues with K who returned to work after the birth of her gorgeous son (hi K!) She's one of the few who know how torn up I am about this. She gave me some advice recently, which was to "Stop whatever needed to give kisses". So I've been doing that, and trying to soak up as much time with my babies as possible before I go back to work, so if I've been a bit quiet then maybe you know why.
I know this post is coming across a bit bitchy and angry, I'm not sure how to rectify that. I'm defensive, but a part of that is I feel bad. I'm not looking forward to a barrage of "Of course you should stay at home with your children, you horrible mother you!" that will pop up in the comments and emails and which will make me want to come through the computer and beat people with that folk guitar from my nightmare.
-H.
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