On becoming a WOHM
Starting tomorrow, I will be commuting to midtown 5 days a week, a work-a-day job, for the first time since Mr. T disrupted our world. In fact, ever since Mr. T was born I’ve been ranting about how the typically structured work day, with its requisite face time, is a virtual logistical impossibility in a family with two working parents. I guess I get to prove it now that I’ve given up my cushy Work From Home gig. Now I will have to show up somewhere day after day, by a certain acceptable hour, an hour that was clearly not selected by mothers. This will involve dodging Mr. T’s “don’t go yet Mommy!” at preschool drop off. It will mean leaving the office by a certain hour, to get home to relieve the nanny. I’m sure that will require a dodge of a different sort, of clients and their last minute requests.
I’ve never understood how parents accomplish these feats, especially with the kind of client work that I do, and it may in fact be impossible. Stay tuned for details of my first day at it…
