Earlier this week my friend Anne wrote a thought provoking post about women in the workplace. You should go read it, really.
We were texting about it as I folded laundry and my thoughts turned away from women in the workplace and onto my own life as a working woman. True, I’m not in the workplace at the moment, but I AM working nonetheless.
I get up before most every morning with my early risers and start changing diapers, reading books and refereeing toy disputes. I prepare three meals a day unless we’re reheating leftovers, and cycling laundry. I am diligent about using my creativity to create a personal and comfortable ambiance in our home. In between all of this I work on my writing career as well. (This isn’t a post about about why women should be “at home” with the kids, it just happens to coincide with my current employment status)
I’m a mother, A chef, A Decorator, A writer, An engineer of blocks, A seamstress, A housecleaner, A book reviewer, A lover AND a fighter
See? I’m working. I don’t think many people dispute this, in fact I think a lot of people respect the life I lead and the way I balance my time.
This person is Me…. Crap I’m a sexist.
This is most prevalent in my language and thought life. Allow me to illustrate:
Let’s say Kel offers to take the kids to the park so I can get some writing done. I will always inevitably respond with: “Thanks, I’m sorry, Thank you, I really appreciate it.” Continue reading