Mommy homework?
Talk to me people. How do you jibe work and family? Sometimes I want to pull my hair out. When you work for yourself you can’t just pass along an assignment to a coworker or have a manager lend you a hand. You can’t even put off work. Well, you can, BUT YOU WON’T GET PAID! This past week, with a ton of work bearing down on me, I almost lost it when my son came home with a note from the teacher. I understand having to help your child with schoolwork and projects, but this week I got a homework assignment from my kid’s kindergarten teacher. I’m not kidding.
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The theme of the week at school was “The Pumpkin”, and to help all the little tikes explore the orange gourd at home parents were asked: “If possible this week, find and prepare a recipe that includes pumpkin.” OK, I know it says, “if possible”, but this is the kind of stuff that gets parent guilt juices going. Why shouldn’t I prepare a pumpkin recipe for the son I brought into the world? How come I don’t have time to explore the pumpkin-ness of life with my little budding Einstein? (I’m shooting high.) But I didn’t have time. And who the heck bakes anyway. Add to it that I never cooked anything with pumpkin before. I did roast pumpkin seeds once but I figured that would be cheating. So, I had to find a recipe, and then bake something that was edible. I figured it should be at least marginally edible so my son could get something out of it. But I’m not a baker, at all. I like throwing things together in a pot willy-nilly. Baking requires the mind of a chemist. Flunked that. My seven-year-old daughter was able to lend a hand by remembering how much she loved her aunt's pumpkin cookies. Aha, I thought, and quickly called her for the recipe. Believe it or not, I had most of the ingredients, EXCEPT THE PUMPKIN. Just about this time, a colleague of mine sends me an email with a YouTube video of a mom who sings about child overload to the William Tell Overture: “Talk about streamlining work-life balance,” Amy says in her email. I laughed for a while and found comfort in the fact that other people are also pumpkined out. Let’s face it, moms end up carrying most of the weight at home, even if they run their own businesses. Look, I have a very liberal/helpful hubby who does more than most, but I am sick of moms always getting the “Snack Mom” label. We’re supposed to do all the home-economic stuff. It’s expected. But we need to start expecting the same from our male counterparts.
I’ve been trying to launch a campaign to create a new classification, “Snack Dads.” Come on folks, women and men have to unite to get this off the ground. My husband Andy did go out and get the canned pumpkin for the cookies. Alas, he bought pumpkin pie filling, which is loaded with a bunch of other ingredients and wouldn’t work for the freakin cookies. So, after dinner I went to the supermarket and picked up extra cans of pumpkin just in case. I was too tired to make the cookies that night, but my daughter, again being “helpful”, told me we could “make the cookies tomorrow because there’s no school.” “WHAT?” I yelled. Turns out the school district had planned a “professional development day” and I had no backup babysitter. I went back and replayed the video.