Last spring, The Bife and I decided that because The Boy would be starting school with The Girl in the fall–leaving only The Toddler at home–perhaps I should ease back into working. After all, we were done having kids and The Toddler herself would be starting school sooner than either of us could imagine. After a daycare was found for The Toddle, for the first time in five years, this last September I began working during the day in an adjunct position that paid slightly better than hugs and kisses and had benefits slightly better than half-eaten chicken nuggets leftover from lunch: I requested three daytime sections in the fall at the large public university where I teach.
Then Miracle Baby #4 was conceived (less miraculously than Jesus, but more about him later), and we realized this two-working parents experiment would be a short one. The results of last semester’s experiment could be summarized thusly: I don’t know how other families with two working parents do it. Even with me working just three-quarters time, life was hard. My initial hypothesis was that it’d be the best of both worlds. Since I would be teaching only part-time, I’d still have two days to be an at-home parent. I should’ve left the experimentation to the pros and instead remembered one of Jesus’ parables since I’m not a scientist but do teach Sunday school. Continue reading