Believe It or Not
I am married. My wife and I have a son. He is six months old. I have a job. My wife has a job. We both work full time.
I am telling you these things because, apparently, I have to.
Recently, we’ve had to have some professionals come into our home to engage in some projects. I scheduled an initial meeting with each of these professionals for a weekday evening. This allowed my wife and I to both attend. During these meetings, the professionals met our son. During follow up conversations to schedule future meetings, each of the professionals said, “Just let me know what days work for your wife. I know she’s home with the baby so want to come at a time that works for her.”
No. She’s not home with the baby. Whatever gave you that impression? Is it because she is a woman? A mother? Of a young child? Is that where she is supposed to be? Because that is not where we feel she is supposed to be. She and I have decided that she is supposed to be at work, where she can pursue her professional goals and interests and help provide for our family in the manner we best see fit.
So, no, I won’t let you know what days work for my wife because there are no days that work for my wife. Just as there are no days that work for me. There are evenings that work for us both, as is typically the case for people who have full-time day jobs. So, please do not assume that might wife is or ought to be home with the baby. She is not and ought not. Not unless that is what she wants and decides for herself.
And the strangest part of it all? Both professionals were women. Working women. Working women who spend their daytime hours doing something other than staying home with children. Go figure.