As Pat and I sat in Laina’s Kindergarten classroom filling out the necessary paperwork during a one hour conference, I noticed a look of confusion cross my husband’s face.
me: (whispering) What’s wrong???
pat: (whispering back) It’s asking what your occupation is….what should I put down???
me: (whispering still) what do you mean?
pat: (whispering more) what should I say…that you’re a…homemaker??
me: (talking loudly) SAY WHAT?
me: (whispering again) Are you serious right now?
pat: Well what would you put?
And then I slapped Pat.
In front of everyone.
Across the face.
In my mind.
And not because he thinks I’m a homemaker. I have nothing against women making homes and in fact inspire to do it myself someday. My futile attempts at keeping this house clean and these children fed are…well…futile.
I slapped him in my mind because for six years now I’ve been running a home daycare and STILL he does not equate that to a career.
Oh he does now.
But for just that millisecond of hesitation he actually could not give me a job description. A homemaker? Yes I keep a home. I also run a business. I do the bookkeeping, I file taxes, I run a preschool program, I communicate with parents, I open my doors to strange children at 7am and listen to them beg for cookies until 6pm, and I MAKE PLAYDOUGH WITH THEM!
Needless to say Pat got an earful…and he quickly filled in the blank space with “savvy and beautiful business entrepreneur” so I reckon he did learn something from the mind slap.
Oh and the girls started school.
I’m officially the mother of two school-agers and one step closer to that second tier of parenting. The tier where the kids are all in school and I get to smile fondly at women raising toddlers and say things like “Oh yeah, I guess my kids did throw temper tantrums like that when they were young…I don’t really remember…you’ll get through it. The time goes by SO fast!”
They’re super excited about that.