"Mama...work?"
The Job A. Sarnoff When my baby was 2-1/2 years old, my old job called to see if I could fill in for two and one-half weeks while someone was on vacation. Lured by the easy money, I readily agreed. I was to begin on a Wednesday, so my DH took off Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I left a full fridge, no dirty laundry, and a sparkling clean home. I was gone 10 hours. I came home to dinner and a clean home, happy to see baby and daddy. Thursday, same scenario, except the house was no longer sparkling. Friday, I came home to no dinner and a messy house. I was exhausted, and as I hadn't made the mess, I went on strike. I wasn't going to do any dishes, laundry, or housework on my weekend. I did take over caring for baby. For the next two weeks, daddy took baby to grandma and grandpa's house. Then he went to work. When he picked little one up, grandma had dinner ready and waiting for him. I began working 12 hour days. As long as I was away from home, I mig