So the other day hubby came home from work and was telling me a story. A man he was having a conversation with had commented at some point that he was lucky because he had a wife who stayed at home, looked after the kids and cooked, cleaned and ironed for him.
Lucky, compared to my husband it seems…who irons his own shirts, helps me clean the house at weekends and picks little man up from nursery occasionally if I have to work late.
Lucky, compared to my husband because I choose to work full time, have a career and be a mum, whereas his wife doesn’t need or want to work and is happy to stay at home.
What an infuriating comment to say, and how disrespectful to me, the full time working wife and mother.
I have come up against this a lot recently with having to justify my reasons for working full time.
Obviously, I know some mums would love to work, some have to work, and others don’t want to work. Everyone is different and I totally appreciate this fact. Please don’t think I don’t.
But until you know other peoples circumstances, I don’t think a comment can be made, especially a comment to suggest that my husband isn’t lucky.
I feel guilt every day when I go out for lunch and see parents with their children walking down the street. I question myself every day as to whether I have done the right thing.
I even think about going down to 4 days a week, just to stop that little nagging feeling in the pit of my tummy – that guilt that is always there.
But then I have nothing to feel guilty about. Everyone’s family unit is lucky, just in their own unique way.
So, sorry hubby, unfortunately you are not lucky because I won’t iron your work shirts for you, and you have to push the hoover around upstairs on a Sunday afternoon!
Love the dreaded full time working mother and wife
Busy Working Mummy XOXO