Confessions of a Part-timer
Posted September 22, 2010on:
After yet another unintentional, born out of laziness, blogging hiatus, The Whirly Girl is back. Things are nice and calm here on the home front. My big news is this: Working part-time has been amazing.
I love it. I have time to go for a walk in the mornings before work, and then maybe do a chore or two in the afternoons when I get home, before making dinner. I can get the chores and errands done in the afternoon during the week, so we don’t have to worry about it on Saturday. I have been able to sit down and read. Not during summer vacation, in September. I can’t remember the last time that happened.
I also feel a bit guilty for loving it. The guilt is two-fold. First, the practical guilt: I earn a noticeably smaller amount now. Plain and simple. I chose to do this and still feel a little weird about it. Second: Given the turn or events, am I allowed to keep my hyphenated last name? Do I have to turn in my feminist card, now that I’ve chosen to spend more time doing housewife things? Why don’t I want to use my degree anymore?
Regardless, I love it. “It”, I think, is the balance that has, at least for now, been struck. The joy of the balance outweighs the amount of a paycheck and speaks louder than the whispers of my confused inner-feminist. Plus, I have fewer papers to grade and get to sleep later. Can’t complain about that.