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AN ODE TO CHILDCARE

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I’ve done a thing that I feel bad about. Not bad, but I feel like a quitter. I’ve done a thing that makes me feel like I’ve betrayed the sister-motherhood a bit.

I’ve hired a nanny 5 mornings a week.

A lot of people probably assume that I have a full time nanny and a housekeeper and a driver because my husband once made a telly programme, but it’s not that case. I have help, but like most people who can afford and want to have help, but who do not work full-time, it’s patchy and makeshift.

I don’t want too much because there are many

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tedious domestic and familial things that you ought to do yourself and there are many tedious domestic and familial things that I want to do myself. But I don’t want too little help because the house would fall to bits and it would destroy my marriage.

So I used to have the odd bit of help in the mornings but I now have a chance to opt out of mornings altogether and, ladies, I’m grabbing it with both hands. I’m getting enough paid work to justify it, you see, and I’m gone – NEEEYOWM! My chair is still going round and round. Kitty goes to nursery,

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Sam goes out to tear up Kentish Town High Street with the delightful and fragrant Mihaela and I answer to no-one but myself from 0930 to 1300.

And I am mostly okay about this decision, and push thoughts of failure from my mind, because I have done a lot of mornings of childcare and I’ve just bloody had enough. I could never make it work for me. My best mum friends don’t live within wheeling distance and I never managed to get myself a cosy circle of mates to hang out with.

Mihaela, of course, has great teeming masses of nanny friends with their

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own delightful little charges and they skitter about from playground to playgroup like little buggy fairies and natter away and watch each other’s kids, like it ought to be. It was never meant to just be me and the kid, staring at each other, both thinking ”Well, this is dull.” And if Sam picks up Mihaela’s sing-song Romanian accent I will find it charming.

I’m still in sole charge from 1pm-bedtime, which is still hard work but getting easier now Sam is bigger. Kitty zips about knocking things over, squashing PlayDoh into the carpet and throwing

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potty-related fits and Sam sits on the floor, staring at Kitty with his mouth hanging open, going ”Ger”, and sometimes ”Ah ba ba ba ba ba ba”. (And sometimes he just whinges and whimpers and growls from 3pm-bedtime but let’s not dwell on that.)

But I feel like a traitor. I feel like a cheat and a weakling – and also slightly neglectful – because I never thought I would get 5 mornings of childcare until Sam was at nursery, when he turned two and a half. I just thought I would mostly do it all myself until then, and only then kick back and

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deservedly relish my free mornings.

I know how hard all-day childcare is, especially with the under-2s. I know how demoralising and humiliating and boring it is. I’ve seen it with my own eyes and I don’t want to do it any more. A half day, yes yes fine – but not all day. Please not all day!

It used to piss me off, those pieces in the paper quoting any parent saying ”I have so much respect for stay at home mothers. I couldn’t do it, I would go mad!” It struck me (because I am so angry and defensive about everything) as somehow deeply

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patronising, like stay at home mothers are aliens from the Planet Patient And Kind.

”What,” I would think, ”you don’t think it sends me mad? You think I somehow have some intellectual thing about me missing that means I can deal with this better than you can?”

Why not, I thought, just be honest about it. You could do full-time childcare if you wanted to. You just don’t want to. Don’t dress up the fact that you don’t want to look after kids full-time as some kind of delightful, chic little personal failing. Just say it. Just say ”Full-time

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childcare is just too awful. I’d much rather look at spreadsheet for 8 hours a day.” It’s okay to say that! We’re all friends here. (Up to a point.)

Some people, I would fume, cannot afford to go back to work because their salary minus childcare is a negative figure. It’s not a choice! Some people, of course, cannot afford not to not go back to work (are you still with me?) because their salary minus childcare equals the mortgage. And there are a lot of people whose salary minus childcare equals the mortgage, sunny holidays, private school fees,

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snazzy shoes… And some people have to go back to work because if they took a few years out to look after kids their job would swiftly be given to someone else, the world would move on and when they did want to go back to work, they couldn’t.

Anyway, Christ, I don’t kid myself that the money I earn makes any difference to this house, but it justifies the extra childcare. If I’m not working, then it’s only right that I take on most of the childcare. And I just can’t take it anymore. There’s nothing special or precious about me that means I am

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less good at childcare or that I ought to be exempt from it. I am reasonably good at it these days in fact – you learn to be good at looking after the under-5s like you learn everything else. But I know what a full day of childcare means and the simple truth is: I really, really don’t want to do it anymore.

 

Read Esther Walker’s other posts here…

Discover Esther’s brilliant blog Recipe Rifle & E-book The Bad Cook

 

 

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- 6 Feb 14

I’ve done a thing that I feel bad about. Not bad, but I feel like a quitter. I’ve done a thing that makes me feel like I’ve betrayed the sister-motherhood a bit.

I’ve hired a nanny 5 mornings a week.

A lot of people probably assume that I have a full time nanny and a housekeeper and a driver because my husband once made a telly programme, but it’s not that case. I have help, but like most people who can afford and want to have help, but who do not work full-time, it’s patchy and makeshift.

I don’t want too much because there are many tedious domestic and familial things that you ought to do yourself and there are many tedious domestic and familial things that I want to do myself. But I don’t want too little help because the house would fall to bits and it would destroy my marriage.

So I used to have the odd bit of help in the mornings but I now have a chance to opt out of mornings altogether and, ladies, I’m grabbing it with both hands. I’m getting enough paid work to justify it, you see, and I’m gone – NEEEYOWM! My chair is still going round and round. Kitty goes to nursery, Sam goes out to tear up Kentish Town High Street with the delightful and fragrant Mihaela and I answer to no-one but myself from 0930 to 1300.

And I am mostly okay about this decision, and push thoughts of failure from my mind, because I have done a lot of mornings of childcare and I’ve just bloody had enough. I could never make it work for me. My best mum friends don’t live within wheeling distance and I never managed to get myself a cosy circle of mates to hang out with.

Mihaela, of course, has great teeming masses of nanny friends with their own delightful little charges and they skitter about from playground to playgroup like little buggy fairies and natter away and watch each other’s kids, like it ought to be. It was never meant to just be me and the kid, staring at each other, both thinking “Well, this is dull.” And if Sam picks up Mihaela’s sing-song Romanian accent I will find it charming.

I’m still in sole charge from 1pm-bedtime, which is still hard work but getting easier now Sam is bigger. Kitty zips about knocking things over, squashing PlayDoh into the carpet and throwing potty-related fits and Sam sits on the floor, staring at Kitty with his mouth hanging open, going “Ger”, and sometimes “Ah ba ba ba ba ba ba”. (And sometimes he just whinges and whimpers and growls from 3pm-bedtime but let’s not dwell on that.)

But I feel like a traitor. I feel like a cheat and a weakling – and also slightly neglectful – because I never thought I would get 5 mornings of childcare until Sam was at nursery, when he turned two and a half. I just thought I would mostly do it all myself until then, and only then kick back and deservedly relish my free mornings.

I know how hard all-day childcare is, especially with the under-2s. I know how demoralising and humiliating and boring it is. I’ve seen it with my own eyes and I don’t want to do it any more. A half day, yes yes fine – but not all day. Please not all day!

It used to piss me off, those pieces in the paper quoting any parent saying “I have so much respect for stay at home mothers. I couldn’t do it, I would go mad!” It struck me (because I am so angry and defensive about everything) as somehow deeply patronising, like stay at home mothers are aliens from the Planet Patient And Kind.

“What,” I would think, “you don’t think it sends me mad? You think I somehow have some intellectual thing about me missing that means I can deal with this better than you can?”

Why not, I thought, just be honest about it. You could do full-time childcare if you wanted to. You just don’t want to. Don’t dress up the fact that you don’t want to look after kids full-time as some kind of delightful, chic little personal failing. Just say it. Just say “Full-time childcare is just too awful. I’d much rather look at spreadsheet for 8 hours a day.” It’s okay to say that! We’re all friends here. (Up to a point.)

Some people, I would fume, cannot afford to go back to work because their salary minus childcare is a negative figure. It’s not a choice! Some people, of course, cannot afford not to not go back to work (are you still with me?) because their salary minus childcare equals the mortgage. And there are a lot of people whose salary minus childcare equals the mortgage, sunny holidays, private school fees, snazzy shoes… And some people have to go back to work because if they took a few years out to look after kids their job would swiftly be given to someone else, the world would move on and when they did want to go back to work, they couldn’t.

Anyway, Christ, I don’t kid myself that the money I earn makes any difference to this house, but it justifies the extra childcare. If I’m not working, then it’s only right that I take on most of the childcare. And I just can’t take it anymore. There’s nothing special or precious about me that means I am less good at childcare or that I ought to be exempt from it. I am reasonably good at it these days in fact – you learn to be good at looking after the under-5s like you learn everything else. But I know what a full day of childcare means and the simple truth is: I really, really don’t want to do it anymore.

 

Read Esther Walker’s other posts here…

Discover Esther’s brilliant blog Recipe Rifle & E-book The Bad Cook

 

 

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Esther Walker is a freelance journalist for The Times, the Daily Mail, The Daily Telegraph and a beauty columnist for Sainsburys Magazine. Her two autobiographical books The Bad Cook and the Bad Mother are published by The Friday Project. She lives in London with her husband, writer and broadcaster Giles Coren, and their children Kitty, 5 and Sam, 3.

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