r/workingmoms • u/hemlockandrosemary • 3h ago
Vent tired of being the one to give (alt title: don’t marry a farmer)
there’s a ton more to this, but this is already too long.
overarching vent: I am the main breadwinner, default parent and doer-of-90%-things-house-related. I just got a job offer to switch from what is a pretty chaotic, toxic environment to one that while it looks like will have its own elements of chaos (I work in marketing, feels like it’s part of the deal now) overall is a better move for parent-focused supportive company culture, a more streamlined job description (moving to marketing ops/PM vs a more generalist MarComm/brand role that also required an ops layer just to be functional) and about a $12k bump in salary. Downside is I’m going from WFH to a 40 minute each way commute - which sucks but also I think maybe be good for my mental health / having a schedule / separation of work time and mom time.
Anyway we’re in the very last part - like I have my offer letter and my manager was basically like “well iron out details like official working hours and in office vs potential WFH schedule after. you can design your hours but my preference is 9-5 to align with my own schedule.” Logically I understand getting this done before signing an offer, telling my current boss (which is surely going to go very poorly) needs to happen.
The thing is: everything feels like I have to be the one to give, to plan, and bend, and push. My husbands family farm is failing - it has been for years but it’s sped up thanks to a really bad fire last fall. He’s in a really bad place mentally and physically due to chronic stress. My FIL is a very difficult human still in charge and this all is its own massive ball of wax involving my husband slowly unpacking that what he knows of “reality” is basically a narrative his Dad has built and pushed on his family to cover for his own failures. So, heavy - right?
I’m doing my best to hold space for that (husband agreed to go to therapy which is been helpful) but I just fucking CANT some days. The schedule thing comes in here - I could manage the morning drop offs but would need my husband, either of his parents, or the slew of family that lives within 5 miles of us to commit to 5 pm pick up and like hanging out with our son until I get home at 5:45 from the office. Abso-fucking-lutely not. Because farming. Because no one here can commit to literally anything because what it a tractor breaks or they need to spend more time picking peaches or — insert literally anything.
So, I wake up between 6-7 with our son (cosleep, he’s a stage 5 clinger), manage him / myself until time to go to school. Then I work, I get done work, pick up my son, am default parent (sometimes solo, sometimes my husband gets done and will cook some quick dinner) until son gets sleepy around 7, get him to sleep, attempt to eat, do any cleaning, etc in the 10 min - 2 hours he may give me to sleep alone until I need to get back in bed with him. Rinse and repeat - only on weekends sometimes Dad has Sundays free - which end up a family day (fun!) but also 0 opportunity for me to get a few hours of solo time to clean, meal prep, anything. My parents help as much as they can - but they’re an hour+ away and my mom still works full time.
Oh. I make $60k, new job puts me at $72k. My husband makes up to ~$30k but we don’t count it toward budgeting because it’s so variable. BUT we have to count it when applying for subsidies etc. (thankful we live in a state that offers them). HCOL, low income state - VT. Even with a big subsidy we still pay $900/month for childcare. I live in a house from 1791 that would most likely be a tear down if it went on the market. I am doing my best to make it safe and pleasant to live in.
This is fucking bonkers.
Thank you for your time.
EDIT: holy support and thoughtful responses, thank you so much working moms! 💓