#Working Mothers

[seileach67]

[joyfulghostskeletonpizza]

Demanding a return to office, Dutton says women seeking flexible work can find job-sharing arrangements

This is your friendly reminder that Peter Dutton does, in fact, hate women.

...he wants working single mothers who work full time to "just job share." So basically switch to working part time and live on HALF your income during a cost of living crisis, while raising kids.

He can absolutely fuck right off.

This is a modern "let them eat cake".

[geezerwench]

Is your family valid? Does your family meet the "right" criteria?

What would happen if all the working mothers (with husbands, of course) quit their paycheck jobs?

[futurebird]

The Provost's Secretary

(In which I help a single working mother.)

When I arrived at the provost's office I didn't know what manner of criticism I was to receive. Even in my nervous state I couldn't help but notice a peculiar rustling commotion under the long dress of her secretary, a near-sighted gray wolf spider who seemed just as flustered as I was. I craned for a better look, and saw a little spiderling peek from the ample hems of her skirts. This, it seemed, was too much for the secretary. She gave up all pretense of checking me in.

"Please oh please don't tell the provost I brought my children here!" begged the secretary. Of course I assured her I wouldn't say a word. But, after my meeting with the Provost I did something that may have betrayed the confidence of the nervous mother. The Provost followed me from her office, still giving instructions and criticisms of my work, and this was when I spotted a spiderling snuggled on the provost's gaster! Something in my demeanor betrayed my mirth at the situation.

The provost whirled around fixing her large and perpetually angry black eyes on her own bottom. Seeing the spiderling, she flew into a rage. Mandibles waggling at her secretary! She backed the poor spider into a corner. Then she shouted:

"If you bring them again you might as well look for another job!" and slammed her office door. I felt horrible. This was all my fault. I would be responsible for a mother of... um... a mother of many being out of work with no way to support her young.

So, of course I offered to babysit. To my surprise the spider was happy to trust me with such an important task and this is how she came to arrive at my apartment to drop the little ones off. She had packed them all into a large basket.

"They should stay in the basket. You don't need to do anything. Just don't leave them alone." Confident that I was helping, I bid their fussing furry mother goodbye and sat down at my desk to work on my research. After some time, I felt something small and soft nestling into my leg.

It was one of the spiderlings of course. The basket simply didn't provide the comfort of mother. I attempted to move the little one back, but when I got close to the basket several more made their way on to my arms and chest. They looked up at me, each with 8 little black eyes. "mum?" they asked. Who was I to denny them?

Soon I was covered head to toe ... and though I tried to resume my paperwork, it could not be done. I simple stood in the middle of the room, arms out, covered in spiders. I don't know how much time passed or how I didn't become overwhelmed, but suddenly after a time they all poured off my body rushing to the door.

Thankfully, it was their mother, and it was clear I was just a substitute since they made their way back to her rump with all haste. I had a few unsettling dreams, but I also resolved to talk to the provost about her intolerant attitude to children. I suppose ants can just leave their little ones at home, they have sisters who are nurse maids!

[workingmomsofsanantonio]

Oh man, today I am feeling like this cooler gloomy weather 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵! 😅

Who else feels like sometimes their energy is directly proportional to the amount of sunshine outside?

But hey, we’re working moms...we’ve got deadlines to meet and 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰! 😂

So, how do we keep that motivation train moving along when the weather’s got other plans?

𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗜’𝗺 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆:

💕 Blasting some cheesy upbeat tunes (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝟫𝟢’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦).

💕 Breaking tasks into bite-sized chunks (𝘐’𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘧��𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ).

💕 Treating myself to a little pick-me-up (𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦!)

What are your go-to tricks when your motivation level is running on empty?

[writingmywrong]

Profile of an American Mother and Educator

Crying in an oversized storage closet

Quietly, lest the students overhear

Silent sobs drowned out

By the rhythmic whir

Of the electric pump

Striving (and failing)

To strike the impossible balance

Of collecting enough sustenance

For my growing infant

While also completing

The endless barrage

of expected tasks,

Many of which are assigned

By people

who have never

spent a single day

in this ocean

Of guilt and heartbreak

[tagcigunes85]

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[tracychamberlainhigginbotham]

(via Wednesday Wisdom: Version 6.0)

[thatrandomblogsays]

Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)

Percy, listening to this on the train

[cari-rincker]

Balancing Parenthood, Work, Disabilities, and Family with Liz Nohren

In this episode of The Billable Mom, Cari speaks with Liz Nohren, a seasoned attorney at Dove & Dove, Attorneys at Law. With expertise in general practice law and civil litigation, Liz is renowned for her dedication to clients and her exceptional advocacy skills. — https://t.ly/eDsWu

Tune in to the episode to learn from Cari and Liz Nohren. Here are this episode’s key takeaways:

•Balancing Parenthood and Career •Navigating Maternity Leave Challenges •Coping with Personal Tragedy •Raising a Child with Disabilities •Building a Family-Like Work Environment •Time Efficiency Hacks

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[thebibliosphere]

Still not over the head of cardiology, who said she wouldn't formally diagnose me with dysautonomia because she didn't want me to think of myself as disabled.

As if good vibes and a can-do attitude can stabalize autonomic dysfunction.

[workingmomsofsanantonio]

𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 😅

The struggle is real with a never-ending to-do list on our minds!

✍️Writing them down not only makes the load seem lighter but also brings a sense of control and achievement.

Sometimes, it's the little wins that count the most!🙌🏻

Let's give ourselves credit for every effort, big or small.

𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀! 💕

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[mothfaults]

My idea on Awakened Hollyberry as some sort of harvest goddess, cause a lot of mad brain rotting but where ever she walks she grows plants and the like I made her look like a pie, cause she is a cutie pie

[tracychamberlainhigginbotham]

(via Wednesday Wisdom: Summer Mornings for Women Entrepreneurs)

[notbecauseofvictories]

"I am going to get a good grade in ___________, a thing that is both normal to want and possible to achieve" drifts through my brain with positively alarming regularity.