I had everything a woman dreams of. We had just moved into a new home, I had married my best friend, we have a beautiful little boy, and on top of all my other blessings in life, I had a great job. I was a recruiter for a local blood bank. I loved my job, I loved my team, and I loved the impact my work had on the community. For a good while, everything seemed like it would work out forever.
Life decided to throw some curve balls (as life tends to do.) My mother-in-law who watched my son half the time could no longer do so, daycare ended up being crazy expensive for a full week, and my husband was working 120+ hours in a pay period. Because we were never home, our house fell into a shamble, nothing was ever clean, no chores were done, and both of us were so exhausted from work and parenting that when we were home we wanted nothing more than to sleep or sit. We started gaining weight, getting into spit-spats about nothing, and being generally unhappy.
C and I sat down and began to crunch the numbers and examine the pro’s and con’s of giving up my career to man the fort. (he made more money, so we chose to look at the possibility of me leaving my job instead of him leaving his.) As we were going through our list, the benefits started stacking up. Happiness, a clean house, more structured time with our son, a balanced home life. And The pro’s? There was only one on the list: More money.
Ultimately, that wasn’t enough to sway the list in favor of working. The morning after our discussion I gave my employer my resignation letter. It was bittersweet. I loved my job. I felt a sense of accomplishment every day, and it suited my personality. At the end of the day, I missed being a full-time mom. I missed my son, and I missed my husband. Staying home made be a better wife and mother, and I don’t regret it one bit.