Home is where the work is

A year and a half ago, I started working at home.  Working, as in working at a job, I mean.  Every mother is a working mother and my husband always told the kids that I was the hardest working person in our home.  But being a wife and mother was my job, and it was the only one I’d ever wanted.
Don’t laugh, but I went off to college proclaiming that I was looking for a husband.  And I found one, too.  By the end of my first summer after graduation, I was a wife.  Eighteen months later, I was a mother.
I never wanted a career, or even a job, outside my home.  Those first few years, John was in law school, and I did what I had to do to pay the bills.  I enjoyed my jobs, but I hated leaving my baby.  As soon as John graduated and landed a job, I came home for good.  That was seventeen years ago.
People talk about making sacrifices to have a parent at home with the kids, and lots of times they are talking about driving cheaper cars or forgoing vacations.  For us, my staying at home has contributed to serious financial hardships.  I suspect many people do not understand the choices we made.  They were the right choices for our family, though–I am sure about that.
When John’s assistant quit and he needed someone to answer his office phone, I was happy to volunteer.  I had been saying for awhile that it was crazy to pay someone to answer phones.  It didn’t seem like this new responsibility would seriously infringe upon my time or my at-home mom lifestyle.
And I was right.  Once our clients understood that the phone would be answered only during business hours, and that messages left would be returned more or less promptly, the calls slowed.  Anyway, I could carry the phone around with me wherever I wanted to go.  And the kids quickly learned to be quiet when I put the office phone to my ear. (Usually.)
But one thing led to another.  No assistant John has ever had wanted to submit bills to the State of Tennessee for the appointed work he does.  There’s only a limited amount of time to file these claims before you just don’t get paid.  Having a vested interest in getting John paid led me to quickly figure out how to process and file three boxes full of these claims. Of course this required looking at the files, and seeing many more lost opportunities for doing a better job communicating with our clients, understanding their issues more thoroughly, and getting paid more to boot.  I started writing letters, interviewing clients, setting up files.
One reason I knew employment outside the home would be a problem for me is that I am a perfectionist.  I knew that I would expect a lot out of myself, that I would throw myself into whatever I was doing, and that I wouldn’t be able to be as present to my family as I have always thought it was my REAL job to be.  And even working at home–perhaps more so–this has proven true.
As I became more and more helpful and efficient, John was able to take on more and more cases.  We now have something like 140 open, and that means I now have a full-time job.  Yes, I am in an unused bedroom right next to my own room, with Lorelei playing on the computer three feet away.  Yes, I am still wearing my nightgown.  Yes, I can take breaks whenever I feel like it to write this blog post.
But . . . there is a room full of work that never goes away any more than the laundry and the dishes do.  I can–and do–write clients at midnight and send bills on Sunday.  “Why do you have to work so much?” ask my children, who are always seeking food and attention.
People believe that working at home is the best of all possible worlds.  I know that I am lucky to be able to do this.  I couldn’t–and wouldn’t–do it if it meant leaving the children to be in an office.  I love the flexibility that it offers.  But sometimes I long for the idea of reporting to a cool and quiet place at 8 a.m., where there would not be pretzel crumbs everywhere and ants in my coffee cup.  “If you think I am productive now,” I tell John, “you would not believe the amount of work I could accomplish under those circumstances.”
As if mothers didn’t need more reasons to feel guilty, I read recently that having mommy work at home is the worst of the three possibilities for children, because they don’t understand mommy being present in the house but not present to them.  I am terribly guilty of treating my children’s interruptions as intrusions into my “real” job, when really this job is what has intruded into my caregiving.
If I were working outside the home, I could spend (theoretically) evening concentrating on home and family.  I could set up similar boundaries on my working time at home, but that would negate the real advantages that come with this arrangement.

 

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  1. Tamara says:

    AWWWWW, you so speak from my heart! I too do most of my husband’s business dealings, bookeeping, phones, follow-up, etc….I also have my niece along with my own daughter and toddler during the day. I never get a break. I never get a day off. I work longer and harder than I ever did at work…(I was an office manager for a dental office for many years than I went to school and became a court reporter) My days and nights are tiring, time-consuming, and there never seems to be enough money…yet I know we are where the Lord wants us to be. We are where our kids need us to be even though they don’t understand it all. Thank you for sharing a bit of your life with me. 🙂
    Tamara

  2. Kristi Birchfield says:

    I totally, absolutely and completely adore this post, Leslie. When I was court reporting, work never seemed to end. II would be gone for a couple of hours taking depositions, etc., but the real work was transcribing, proofreading, copying, binding, biling, answering the phone, etc. All of this inevitably occurred right when the kids needed something, so I always felt like I was shushing them or telling them, “Just a minute,” and it would end up being an hour later. I went back to work 4 weeks after Kelsey was born and quit the year she started kindergarten. I feel 100% blessed to be able to stay at home now, to have been home to homeschool them for 5 years, to now go to school parties, to volunteer at school, to be there to take them and pick them up from school, attend field trips and to be home to answer the phone when they call sick, etc. Being a stay-at-home mom is THE HARDEST job in the entire world. Add to that working at home, well, it’s not for the feint of heart. I applaud you for doing what you need to do to keep the family financially afloat AND staying at home to care for them at the same time. You are exactly where you were meant to be — no doubt!

    • lesliesholly says:

      Thanks, Kristi. I can see you understand where I am coming from. It was so great last year that even though I was working I could take time away in order to volunteer several times in kindergarten, or just take the day off to take William somewhere, or of course be available to pick kids up and drive them around. Of course, I pay for it later with stress and late nights, but I know it’s the right thing even though it’s hard. And it won’t last forever.

  3. Can I get an amen?! This is from my heart, exactly. I work part-time as a nurse in addition to working two jobs from home, and I can tell you there is a benefit to a clock-in, clock-out job. It’s so much easier to divide that family-work at home time. I struggle with this A LOT. But it occurred to me one day too–there never used to be a work/home divide for moms. So is it such a bad thing that our kids get used to the idea that we are not there for them 100& all the time? I wrote my own thoughts about this on my blog, Tiny Blue Lines: http://www.tinybluelines.com/?p=48

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