An unimportant job?

Someone told me this week that I should get a job. Haven’t I got a job already? Is looking after one’s children considered so worthless by society that it’s not even recognized as being a valuable occupation?

Sometimes I think about looking for paid work because I want the money, not because I don’t like being at home with the kids. But it would mean day care from 8-6 for Elizabeth and then after-school care for Daniel and of course no more helping out at his school on excursions and the odd times I go in for reading. Then there’s the time I spend with him at speech therapy and all the extra-curricular activities like swimming and tennis would have to go or be moved to the weekend.

Next time someone tells me I should get a job, I’ll just let them know that I already have a very unimportant one. So there.