On Monday, mom phoned me to say she could not pick up the children as originally planned. I called Madhubby, freaking out because we had no back-up plan. My minor freak-out led to a more involved conversation about our long-term childcare plans. His response was that I have a flexible job, he does not have a flexible job, therefore kid pick-up defaults to me. It makes sense but I like going into the office because I get more assignments when I am there.
The other problem is that my job has growth potential. His does not. So, from my perspective, it makes more sense for him to pick up the kids so I can grow my career. But it's not possible. He would have to use massive amounts of vacation time just to pick the children up from school. Add in that we share a car that I usually drive to school and there is a real problem. So am I to ignore that part of me that hungers for more work and more experience? Well...yes.
I don't like being the one to make concessions but I do not have a choice. If Madhubby were to stay home with the kids (which he has offered to do), then our health insurance costs would skyrocket because my firm does not pay as much towards our health insurance as Madhubby's company does. No thanks.
So I will work part-time. Or, I will work part-time hours in the office and do more work at home after the kids are in bed. I will adjust my schedule because I can. I know I said two full-time working parents was never our plan but, between you and me, I always thought the choice was mine to make. It stings to know it's not.