The Childcare Conundrum
This post originally appeared on my Facebook page back in August. If you’ve already read it, skip to the end for new evelopments.
I had a job interview today. And I had to bring my toddler along.
Just kidding.
Mostly.
This post originally appeared on my Facebook page back in August. If you’ve already read it, skip to the end for new evelopments.
I had a job interview today. And I had to bring my toddler along.
Just kidding.
Mostly.
No matter what kind of parent you are, you struggle. Whether you’re a stay-at-home mom or dad, a go-to-the-office parent, even a work from homer, raising kids is difficult and exhausting.
But each kind of parent has their own challenges, and on the latest episode of the Dad and Buried podcast, Pete and I chatted about all the different ones we face. With help from your comments (follow my Instagram stories to answer my topic-related questions and have your name called out!), we got into it. I’ve been a stay-at-home dad, it was not for me. But working parents don’t have it easy either.
About once a week, I work from home. And I HATE it.
I didn’t like being a stay-at-home dad and I don’t like working from home. It’s not my forte, and that has nothing to do with my gender.
It has more to do with my kids.
Everybody loves teachers. I mean, not their students, but, ya know. “Everybody” loves teachers!
Teachers are a big part of our lives for a long time, for better or worse, and as a most of us end up loving one or two of them. Sure, we may end up hating all the rest, but by the time we are adults, and finally, truly realize how tough the job actually is, we can’t help but respect them. So when I was given the opportunity to write something about them for the Kronos American Worker Campaign, I jumped at it.
Except when I was watching the “1 in one hundred million” video series, it was a profile about a different job that jumped out at me.
Children are little terminators.
To quote Kyle Reese, “They can’t be bargained with. They can’t be reasoned with. They don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And they absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.” The only difference between my son and Arnold Schwarzenegger in that movie is that my son’s speech is more intelligible. And that Arnold loses. My son never loses.
His commitment to being irrational is so absolute, it’s like living with Andy Kaufman. I honestly can’t tell where the act ends and the real person begins. Or if there even is an act. Or a real person. I’ve never been so uncertain of how to deal with someone in my life.
Which is why I might start acting like a child at work.