The double standard...

For the last several years, I have been a full time wife, a full time mom and a part time employee. We moms know how much time and effort goes into the above equation. And dads...some of you know, as well. Those of you who have a clue, that is.... Now, now, now... I don't want to debate gender roles and whether there is a place for them in today's society (I'll save that for a later post :)) but I would argue that your perception of those roles has a lot to do with how satisfied you are with who you are.

I understand that what works in one circumstance may not work in another. The following is just a recount of my own personal situation. I let go of that part time employee title almost three weeks ago and today is the first time that my husband and I have crunched numbers TOGETHER. Good? Bad? IDK... *shrugs shoulders* 

I have mentally calculated 'income vs expenses' many times to make sure that we weren't headed for complete and catastrophic destruction as a result of my staging a coo. Has he? Perhaps. Probably. I'd bet on it...yeah, I'd betcha green money that he's run the numbers... It's what he does for a living. 

But back to my point. It was good and essential that we finally came together to do this.
I anticipated that he would be a bit frustrated with the sudden and unforeseen change in our income.  And I heard it tonight.... respectfully. However and nonetheless...

I was very guarded in my responses because I felt that what I had to say was lawful but not expedient. And I guess I'm blogging right now for that very reason. 

100% of the responsibility to win bread and bring home bacon now belongs to my husband. I'm encouraging him, praying for him, and making sure to be more cost conscious than I was when I had direct deposit.

However, as always, 100% of what is regarded as the traditional woman's role is mine.  Working outside the home became a burden that I could not bear any longer.  I cannot and  don't want to continue trying to do it all.

Less is definitely more.

Too little, too late, I would bet (green money, again) that my husband would have done things a little differently had he known they would come to a screeching halt this way and this soon. 

I'm ready to give myself fully over to what I believe is God's plan. 

And we will be okay.