At 80, since she has run through her own cash, the mom thinks it’s fair to spend her daughter’s. Meanwhile the daughter keeps cycling through the five stages of grief: denial, resentment, anger, guilt, giving in.
FT work can be exhausting. FT work and raising kids is like being outside in a hurricane.
The daycare profiled in this Pacific Standard piece is just one of the numerous 24-hour daycare options; in this case, a warm and welcoming space where children sleep on “thin mattresses laid over yoga mats” every night; where parents are welcome to drop off and pick up their children at any time except between 3 a.m. and 6 a.m., during which the daycare owners and the children all get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
What is this impulse to slap a smiley-face at the end of a story when a period will suffice?
How is a childless man supposed to compete against all those dads? Well, one man reportedly tried to create a fake family.
The Washington Post has an interesting look at the gap between what we say we want and what our lives look like when it comes to working and childcare. In that gap, otherwise known as reality, are things like MONEY, societal expectation, and circumstance.
“We had a happy life. I would say I really had a very happy one, even though we lived in poverty, on food stamps, government cheese, and sometimes the food pantry shelf,” said Strayed.
You need 10-12 cloth diapers ($180) just to get through a regular Monday — and that assumes you are then going to wash and dry the whole load to get it ready for Tuesday, and you will never do that, that’s insane. So really you need more like 25 ($250) at least, plus the liners, which are still necessary to keep the diapers from turning into a swamp.
In 2012, Consumer Reports estimated that new parents will spend $2,500+ dealing with the aftereffects of one baby’s digestion. Because everything made by Proctor and Gamble is an environmental scourge, you can instead, if you like, spend $3,500+ on eco-friendly alternatives. (It’s not easy being green.)
Sometimes the Gray Lady does a good deed. I mean, she spends a lot of time preening, and baiting us with the travails of the city’s most obnoxious, narcissistic 22-year-old as he searches for a $3700-a-month apartment big enough to decorate like an Orientalist bordello, complete with a huge oil painting of himself. But sometimes she also manages to help an unfairly fired pregnant woman get her job back:
Ms. Valencia, who earned $8.70 an hour as a potato packer for Fierman in the Bronx, was told by her supervisors in August that she could not continue working unless her doctor gave her a full-duty medical clearance. (Ms. Valencia, who had a miscarriage last year, was told by her doctor that she should work only eight hours a day, no overtime.) Lawyers for Ms. Valencia said the company had violated New York City’s Pregnant Workers Fairness Act, which requires employers to make reasonable accommodations for pregnant workers. Her story was the subject of a Working Life column on Monday.
My god, what employers will try to get away with when they think nobody’s looking. Sadder still is that most of the time, nobody is looking. If you’re working while pregnant, know your rights.