I am not a cloak and dagger kind of girl. Keeping blog and having a secret life don’t mix.
Today, I performed the most blatantly feminist act of my life.
It could even have been revolutionary, if I hadn’t done it so quietly.
This morning, I had a childcare problem.
The problem was that I had no childcare for the baby.
I couldn’t afford to lose the day. It wasn’t just about the money, but my students had an exam scheduled and I had prepared them for it.
So, I smuggled the baby into work. Sure, she was seen, but I didn’t parade her around the language school (well, a little at lunch time, but I introduced her as my lunch visitor and it was break time). Other than that her understated presense was a “don’t ask, don’t tell” kind of affair.
Now, had it become an issue among my co-workers and employers, I would have made it into a big issue, but nothing happened.
My students wrote fantastic exams. My baby charmed them all and even took a nap on our coats on the classroom floor.
While I am marking under-observed holidays, I might as well create an annual Smuggle Your Baby into Work Day for the third Tuesday in November.
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Christina,
If you can smuggle in a precocious 4 year-old, you get a special holiday medal of honour.
I want to participate!
wait. I no longer have any genetic material donor with which to create said baby. And I would really have to get cracking to create one in time for next year!!
sigh. New adventures in divorce.
You got it!
This is excellent!
Please remind us next year, so that we can participate!