Despite our attempts to capture economies-of-scale savings by producing copious amounts of offspring, it looks like the Teter household may not be able to afford daycare for two kids plus hard and soft costs associated with two parents driving to and working in Columbus.
The numbers just don’t add up, and one of us has to be the sacrificial parent to stay home and, you know, rear the young’ems. The sad news is that losing half our income will also be devastating, but if we lost the half that Seth provides, we’d be dead in a month. The ultra unfortunate thing is that Seth is a victim of society. The glass ceiling is forcing him to stay in the workforce and continue to climb the corporate ladder unfettered by wage differentials. He has always expressed a desire to stay at home and would be much, much better at it than I would. He can make pies, plus things like children and dogs seem to always obey him.
But the numbers don’t add up.
That, combined with the news that the much-coveted Padula Daycare Association will be closing in March, suggests I will more than likely become a stay-at-home mom in 4 months. SAHM.
Devoted teet.com RSSers, and those who visit to read something other than the Ben Marrison post, will remember that a few, short months ago, I was digging in my heels, and would have chopped off my right arm — or maybe even stopped using lazy clichés — to stay at home with Molly. But now that this is a more realistic option, I am finding myself suddenly clinging to my working-mom status. What the hell is wrong with me?
This is because the office seems to include more periods of pure laughter lately–a welcome change from those times of ‘dull-the-pain’ laughter — but more importantly, I am really looking forward to covering Republicans for once in my life. You might say, “But those people were in charge from like 1994-2006, and I would agree with you, but I’ve only been actively writing about politics since, like, 2008. And a John Kasich Regime is so exciting to me that I can barely sleep. (I still think that when politicians say they will change the status quo, that means they will–Isn’t that cute??) Seriously, though, if that man does not literally smash the skull of at least one lobbyist during his tenure, I will call him a failed governor. I want to be there to see that!
I also heard that newspaper companies might start doling out cost-of-living raises and offering luxuries like retirement benefits and vacation hours—something they stopped doing throughout the industry in 2007.
I’m not ready to be done with writing yet.
Oh, but why can’t I just freelance? I can and I know that leaving The Other Paper doesn’t mean that I’m done with writing/reporting 4EVAS, but the reality is that raising kids and possibly, maybe, hopefully, watching Molly’s BFF during the school year does not exactly leave a whole helluva lot of time to chit-chat on the phone and build sources or whatever. I am probably going to try that anyway, of course, but I’d be naïve to think it does not mean a temporary hiatus in my shooting star journalism career.
That and the fact that I feel like Macy saying that I’m just “taking a break,” from my career, ya dig Teen Mom fans?
As I mourn the potential loss of my ball-busting career and prepare to have my balls busted by a couple of pint-sized female humans under the age of 2, I pray that you will excuse my whining. There are much more devastating circumstances under which I could be bringing another baby into the world. And the thing that I’m complaining about is exactly the thing I wanted 9 months ago. Weird.
Somebody once told me I seem like the kind of person who could be happy on the farm, “canning vegetables and mending quilts or some shit”–and that is totally spot on half the time. Half the time I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing over here in the alternative newspaper business anyway and that I’ve been given way too much “power,” and that I’m squandering it by spending my time collecting a salary for making fun of Tom Bosco’s attempts at consumer reporting. The other half of the time I feel roughly like I’m King of the World. I guess there are lots of halfs of times to feel all kinds of different things.
The other thing is that I have no delusions. I will be replaced by a much more talented writer in less than 4 seconds, never to be thought of again (there are a lot of talented out-of-work reporters panhandling on the streets, or so I hear) And it’s not exactly EASIER to break into the field than it was when I graduated college. In fact, it’s much, much harder and I doubt the field will be any less saturated when it is time to send my 10,000 babies to school and get back in the workforce or whatever.
This whole thing is kinda like how foreign correspondents must feel when they visit under-funded childrens’ hospitals in war-torn countries. Kinda just makes you shake your head with disbelief at all the injustice in the world.
This is EXACTLY like that.
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