I have a shocking, shameful confession.
I love to work.
I FRICKIN' LOVE to work.
I adore my children. They are the light of my life, the sun and the moon (once? When they were about three? I was explaining to the Boy Child that he was my SON and before I could say to Girl Child "and you are my DAUGHTER" Girl Child said, "Yes! And I am your moon!" But honestly? She's usually pretty darn sunny), all that crap.
But I still love to work. In case it's not obvious by the fact that I work pretty much most every second that I'm awake.
I'm getting really tired of explaining/justifying that to people.
Like yesterday, for example? Someone asked me, again, to come participate in some activity at 10am on a Tuesday morning and I explained, again, that I was unable to participate because I had to work and this person, and I'm not kidding about this, GASPED and then said, "You work?!?!" in the same tone in which most people would say, "YOU HAVE GONORRHEA AND WE JUST SLEPT TOGETHER?" Or you know, whatever.
And then? When I politely explained that, yes, I do work she then and again, not kidding about this, PATTED MY HAND and said, "That's so nice for you that you want to help your husband out."
I darn near lost it. I really did. The only, only thing stopping me was that it was the Lord's day and I think He would disapprove if I popped a cap in someone's ass. Even if they TOTALLY DESERVED IT.
I didn't say anything, though. I actually just kind of wandered away.
Because what do you say to that? Honestly?
A lot of people I know are stay-at-home mom's. That's cool. I'm not. That's cool too. Being a working mom is not some kind of disease. It's really not. Neither is being a stay-at-home mom. It's a CHOICE. And the whole freaking point of fighting for equality and all that crap is that we're supposed to respect each other's CHOICE. Right?
Maybe if you don't know people you may not want to comment on their personal financial situation. Because, um, I don't just "help" my husband out. If you want to look at it THAT way? He "helps" me out. But we don't look at it that way. We work. We both work. Right now, I do better. Maybe next year, he will. Who knows? If I do better, we all do better. If he does better, we all do better. It really doesn't matter at the end of the day.
I don't know why this is bothering me so. Projecting? Probably.