ALL politics aside, this post has been simmering inside of me for a while, and with the recent battle of words between Hillary Rosen and Ann Romney it has boiled over.
Taking politics out of the equation. Here is the story background…
“What you have is Mitt Romney running around the country, saying, ‘Well, you know, my wife [Ann Romney] tells me that what women really care about are economic issues, and when I listen to my wife, that’s what I’m hearing.’ Guess what? His wife has actually never worked a day in her life,” Rosen said.
“She’s never really dealt with the kinds of economic issues that a majority of the women in this country are facing, in terms of how do we feed our kids, how do we send them to school, and why do we worry about their future.” Rosen continued.
Ann took to twitter and responded with this tweet…
“I made a choice to stay home and raise five boys. Believe me, it was hard work.”
Begin the shitstorm. Working moms vs. stay at home moms.
Begin MY boiling over.
Because this isn’t about who works and who doesn’t, who works harder and who doesn’t. It is about the haves and the have-nots.
Being a mom is not the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Dropping my kid off at school with a low-grade fever, a stuffy nose and sore throat is. Why the hell would any mother do that? Because I am a single working mom.
Feeding three kids breakfast, doing laundry, loading the dishwasher, and dropping them off at three different schools by 7 am comes in a close second. Driving to work 22 miles away from my house to work from 8-5 while my kids go from daycare to school back to daycare, while the laundry I threw in the washer begins to grow ‘things’, the electricity bill, the mortgage bill, the medial bills get dropped into my mailbox, the 80mph winds start tearing the tiles off of the roof and the worry of whether the insurance company will cover it *this time* and how I will ever come up with the $500 deductible, the dust goes to work and builds around the house, my son’s toe peeks through is shoe while playing soccer at recess, arrangements for a ride for my middle son to get home from basketball practice because his dad refuses to help are being made, an $850 bill to send my three kids to public school arrives in my email and then driving the 22 miles back to pick the kids all up by 6pm, meanwhile the tread on my car tires wears from driving 44 miles to/from work everyday comes in third. Wondering if child support was paid this month comes in somewhere between fourth and tenth. Wondering if gas has hit the “high” it is predicted to hit within the next few days. Praying to God that my kid doesn’t get sick because I don’t have $20 in my account to pay for a doctor’s visit co-pay is in there too. Making dinner, feeding my kids, loading the dishwasher, switching the laundry, loading the kids in the car in time to run my middle son to basketball by 7pm, dropping my oldest at baseball at 8pm, hoping that the ride for my middle child comes through so I don’t have to drag my youngest back out to pick up my middle at 9pm, and then pick up my oldest at 10pm. Finally arriving home at 10:15. Those come in somewhere between 10-100 of the hardest things I’ve done in my life.
Let me not forget paying the mortgage that Wells Fargo refused to refinance for me because I didn’t have enough equity, and then raised the interest rate. Geez, that might almost rank up there in the top five hardest things!?
My son who graduates this year? Let’s talk college tuition shall we? Okay, let’s don’t.
Maintaining my own well-being? Well that doesn’t even get a priority.
Mitt Romney claimed an income of $21,700,000 in 2010 and $20,900,000 in 2011 on his income taxes. (source)
At his rate of income in 2011 he makes my entire YEARS salary in one day.
His wife, Ann, cannot relate to my economic issues. And it has NOTHING to do with the fact that she is a stay at home mom or politics.
And Ann, while I’d love to chat with you about the real economics of a working mom and would be honored to chill with you in one of your 15 homes, I’d prefer that you join me at my dinner table in my 1,600 s.f. home that is worth way less than it was when I bought it, but costs a whole lot more. But you’ll have to fly that private jet into my local regional airport because I don’t have the time, or the gas money, or the tire tread to drive to the airport you’d probably prefer to fly in to.
Disclosure: This post can be in reference to anyone that has a household income of $20,900,000, not just Ann, that claims to understand what the economics of a working mom are. I should also mention that my kids no longer go to three different schools, it’s two. And my oldest son drives now so he can help with getting to/from school. BUT? This is an added cost of an extra car, car insurance for a teenage boy, gas, tires, oil…..