So why am I supposed to assume extra burdens because of it? HMMM?
Situation: there are five women in my particular department. All of us are married, the other four have children, I do not. (By my and hubby’s choice – this is not bitterness because I’m bereft of children.)
At least once a week one or another of the mothers has to leave work early for some child-related cause – picking up a sick child, attending a class performance, ferrying a child to a medical appointment, things like that. This week it has happened THREE TIMES.
Miraculously enough, the amount of work doesn’t lessen just because HER little darling is dancing as third buttercup from the left in the recital orHER delinquent son has punched out a class mate leading to emergency consultation with the principal. The work is time critical so the rest of us have to do that of the missing woman’s as well as our own. Generally we don’t get everything done by normal ending time – meaning we have to stay late. Or, rather, I have to stay late. Because all the others, you see, have to pick up children from day care/get children to hockey practices/get starving children let into the house and fed.
Clearly as a non-mother MY time has no value. Since no child is waiting on me, nothing I have planned can be at all important. Your photography class is tonight? You are having friends over and need to get dinner cooking? You have plans to meet hubby in town before that play? Too bad. You don’t have children, therefore you must stay.
Grrrrrr.
Let’s not even get into the fact that I have had to work every single holiday for the last five years, while the others get to be off in rotation. Mommas HAVE to be with their children all day on Christmas and Thanksgiving and so forth, you know. It’s the law I guess. So what if you have a husband, sisters, brothers, parents and so forth you’d occasionally like to be able to share a holiday meal with? Too bad. You didn’t breed so your role is to serve as obligatory relief slave for First Class Citizens, aka parents.
Grrrrr.