So as you all know I have been the primary breadwinner for a while, and in the last year the only working parent in our household. Before my second child Mabel was born my husband and I mutually spoke about having him stay home since daycare is atrocious and he was working so much as a chef he was never home and missed our first born son. He basically figured out that the promotion I got we could cover the bills if we tightened our reigns a bit.
So here we are just after celebrating our daughters first birthday and I am here to report how it has been. Overall having my husband has been amazing. We have finally been able to put my “career” first. I am no longer the default parent. Plus ladies I married a chef so the whole dinner thing is obviously amazing. One thing I never thought would come from this was the extreme guilt. I am pretty even keeled about most things. It’s funny since I do not feel any guilt for actually working. I think growing up with a working mother and turning out normal alleviates that fear. I am close with my mother, never felt neglected or not knew who my mom was. So this upbringing makes the working mom part ok.