Only women would sign up for this much crap.
Okay first, allow me to check my privilege so you don’t have to: I am a white woman with a university education. I am married. I live in a beautiful little town in the mountains. I have a career I genuinely like. I am one lucky b*tch.
And yet. Here’s what “having it all” really looks like, in my experience:
The other day I was walking down the street to get my mail, feeling pretty pleased with myself. I have a 3.5-year-old, and I had a baby exactly one month ago. In that month, I have worked almost constantly and it has paid off: I have made enough money to pay all my family’s bills and keep my husband’s business afloat. I have produced quality work that I’m proud of. And not once have I mentioned to anyone that I just had a baby.
Right about the time I was congratulating myself on these “accomplishments,” a not unsubstantial amount of pee just came pouring out of me. I was wearing light-grey sweatpants, so it was pretty obvious. Kind of embarrassing when my neighbour walked by and waved. By the time I got home, it was time to dial into a conference call, so I had to sit in those pee pants for quite a while.
Thankfully, the baby stayed asleep and quiet during that call but woke up screaming to be fed as soon as it ended, so another half hour in the pee pants. Burped the baby. Got throw-up in my hair, but no time to do anything about it so just threw it back in a clip. Boom. Quickly changed pee pants. Ready for more work. Throw it at me world, I am a strong woman and I have it all and I have got this.
At 5, my other kid comes charging into the room, asking if I’ve made the brownies I promised him earlier. I have not. Then my husband asks what the plan is for dinner. So, I throw the baby into a sling, go downstairs, sort out dinner and brownies.