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Mr. Bennet works from home

08.05.09 | marriage | 17 Comments

Mr. Bennet hasn’t worked from home in many months. I know, theoretically, that his job is to create help for software and that mine is, primarily, to raise children. In the abstract this is fine — I don’t want to waste my life writing instructions for some application that three people in the world will use. In the concrete, this is infuriating, because while he is typing away at a computer, I am arguing that one’s blue plastic Ikea fork does not have to match one’s green plastic Ikea plate in order to comply with the prime directive.

So Mr. Bennet is kind enough to not type away at his computer in front of me during normal business hours.

Last week I took Sally and Susan to that Thanksgiving Point thing, but I didn’t take Spot. It was actually for kids five and over, so Susan was pushing it. I told her to just say that she is five, but she said, “No Mom, I won’t do it.” Points for honesty, timeout for disobedience. (And a wash on sheer stubbornness.)

But Spot had to stay home. I asked my sister to watch her for the day, and then Mr. Bennet decided to take a vacation day from his day job so that he could give a 90-minute webinar through his professional association (like the AMA only not for doctors and not limited to Americans).

Mr. Bennet had no control over the webinar technology or how the webinar was set up. He did have a say in what to do with Spot. I suggested he could get a neighbor girl to watch her just during the webinar, but Spot is in general an easy child, so he thought he could work and parent at the same time.

And she was pretty good. She watched a movie downstairs and then went out in the backyard. About five minutes before the end of his presentation, Spot came back in crying. Mr. Bennet ignored her as he confirmed that no one had any more questions and wrapped up. Afterward, he discovered she’d been stung by a wasp, and felt bad for assuming she was just indulging in a temper cry.

The immediate feedback from the webinar was positive, but today he was informed that a woman who had encouraged three of her colleagues to take the seminar was very disappointed and wanted a refund. Many of her concerns were valid, concerning the overall setup (which didn’t allow for much interaction) and the focus of the webinar being different than she expected. Fair enough, refund her money.

Then she complained about the crying child.

I don’t know who I feel compelled to defend here — my kid whose hand swelled up to three times its normal pudginess or my husband, who has almost no experience as a work-at-home parent but handled things okay, I thought, or myself, who as the mother was off gallivanting with her two older children and left the youngest to not only get stung by a wasp from that hive I have sprayed already this summer but also left her poor, over-worked husband to do two jobs and open himself up to criticism for being a father. (And why do I feel guilty for either of those?)

Mr. Bennet says he wishes more people were understanding of children.

It makes me grateful that in my own work, as unprofitable as it may be thus far, I can tell a reporter or a PR rep or a sponsor or a fellow blogger to hold on a minute, my kid needs me. How lucky is it that I can tell the whole world to kiss my tookey if they don’t like hearing my baby cry when she needs her mama?

Also? That even when Mr. Bennet or I fumble the baton as we pass it to each other, we are a team. Don’t nobody mess with my team.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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