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70% Of Women Report Pressure From Increasing Childcare Due To COVID, New Research Reveals
Women are doing significantly more housework and care-giving than men. That's according to new research carried out by LeanIn.org which proved that because we are all being asked to work from home during the Covid 19 pandemic, the burden of doing housework is regularly being put on women and is undoing years of work in undoing gender stereotyping which has in the past always said things like:
By Ashish Prabhu5 years ago in Families
It's just me
Well, hello! My name is Nikki. I'm almost 36 years old. I'm a mom to a 12 year old boy who is nonverbal on the ASD spectrum. I have a lot of medical issues that i deal with every day, as well as mental health issues i battle and struggle with along the road. I'm just a chick with a lot of issues, who is trying to make my life a little better and maybe give someone something to read that they like. I have always wanted to be a writer, since I was a kid. I always read at a higher grade level than the kids in my class, so yeah I didn't have a lot of friends growing up. My mother (aka incubator) wasn't around from the time I was about 4 until I was 14 years old. She had my younger siblings, but my dad had custody of me because she couldn't ( or wouldn't) take care of my disease. I am a type 1 diabetic, what some doctors call a "brittle diabetic" because the smallest thing throws my blood sugars all over the place. I was raised by my dad, my nana, my poppy, two of my aunts and my three uncles. I am also the only one out of my three siblings to never have any problems with the police or be arrested...So, I got that going for me! lol. I'm actually kinda close to my sister, I used to be super close to my brother but...life happens. Wow...I'm getting stuck on what to write here... I'm not sure what anyone would want to know, or if this is even interesting in any way,shape or form. My life has always been a roller coaster. There's so many up, downs and twists it would put the Superman at Six Flags to shame. Never mind the repeated drops! The way my life has been, one would expect me to be crazy, I mean, I kinda am but yeah...Because of the way I was raised, because of the way my life went growing up and right up until I had my son; it made me stronger than I could ever have been otherwise. I think the stories I write here will be about different events in my life. Different things that have happened, as well as a few updates on some stories, depending on what that story was about.... I'm not sure if people can message on this site, but if you can, PLEASE, message me and let me know what you think of that idea... I'm here to get this stuff out and in the open once and for all. I have A LOT in my head and on my mind to write about. I just don't know what to write, if that makes any sense what so ever. I can give an example right now of things that get to me all the time, but I generally keep my mouth shut about. I just looked on my Facebook, and my biological mother posted a meme about how everyone knows at least one shit talker or one person who speaks fluent shit... I reallllly want to write a comment on it and say "Oh...like you?" but I won't because I don't have the energy to even start that fight with her or her minions.This is the same shit posted by the same woman who caused me to go into labor with my son almost 2 months early over a comment made about my son's father. The same woman who completely took over MY wedding and ruined it. The same woman who doesn't even know her grandson, but constantly posts comments about how much she loves him. Also, the same woman who fucked up raising her own 4 kids because guys and drugs were more important, and is now raising my niece and nephew because my sister has mental and medical issues. This woman has a huge messiah complex, but the problem is she has way too many skeletons in her closet and secrets from her past that too many people know, her family included. But, like I said, if you guys want to hear the stories, let me know please. Hope anyone reading has a great night. See ya next time
By Nicoletta Morris5 years ago in Families
The Rantings of a Very Disgruntled (and Quite Frankly Pissed Off) Work-From-Home (Not Homemaker) Mother
My day begins by being prodded out of sleep by the abrupt rudeness of my alarm clock on my phone at 7 A.M. The baby is fussing and wiggling in his bassinet next to the bed, no doubt ready for another dose of formula. I can hear the deep breathing and light snoring of my husband in the bed next to me, sound asleep since probably around 4 A.M. He won't be lively again until at least 3 P.M.; but he has to work tonight, so he most likely will lay in bed until 4 P.M. and protest.
By Lizzy Pacem5 years ago in Families
Ten Pin Bowling
This is a true story (starts next paragraph) based on an event in my life that I unfortunately had to endure thanks to my own stupidity. The moral of this story is if you’re struggling to get into a pair of pants, maybe it’s time to reconsider those pants. I love muffins as much as the next guy but that is no need to mudding top like your life depends on it. I also just want to add that if you desire to be in a situation I was in in this story please ignore this advice and continue on your way. Otherwise please enjoy this story as I wrote it from my heart, I call it a memory I’ll never forget but ten pin bowling felt more appropriate, Thank you.
By Laura Pitt5 years ago in Families
To My Village
To My Village, As a sober mom of toddler twins, it is no lie that it actually does take a village. I am lucky that my village is strong and full of loved ones. I also still struggle asking for help. I feel like I should be able to do everything on my own and feel guilty if I cannot. I feel like it should be easy to open the door pushing a massive wagon filled with two toddlers, snacks, juice boxes, and a hefty diaper backpack on my back. I feel like I should not expect strangers to stare at me in awe and say “wow, you are a Rockstar- you have your hands full.” When they say that, I feel like I have to justify it, downplay it, and say “no not really.” When in reality, fuck yes! I am a Rockstar. I deserve to be praised and helped. I deserve to have the doors opened for me and to have people demanding I take them up on watching the kids for an hour while I can nap. Yet, it is still like pulling nails to say “yes, please…I need the help.” Why? Why is this such a struggle for moms everywhere to accept help. We are all Rockstars, yet we need help. We know we can do this on our own. We have proved it time and time again. But why should we?
By Ellen Elizabeth5 years ago in Families
I'm Friends With My Kids.
I am friends with my kids. That is right, I am their mother, and I’m also their friend. You know why? Because all too often I hear that that is a bad thing. That being their friend somehow negates the fact that I am also their mother, or that it implies I will not be looking out for their best interests if I’m “just their friend.”
By Chrystelle Armstrong5 years ago in Families
Dawn to dust worrior
At the start, I though life was simple living and growing and learning. No it's so much more complacated. To begin, I had the most wonder man in my life til one day it all change, I let some friends tell me he wouldn't amount to anything, he wouldn't be good for me. I though maybe they are right, so I kinda cheated on him with some other guy and well in the time of blissed and being young and stupid, i fell for him. A short time went by and i became pregant with him, we get back from the hostpital and without letting me think about it, he goes and tell everyone. While im scared and lost and confused, he didn't care so he started controlling me telling to stay at home, you don't need a job i'll take care of you bits of lies. Little by little i started loseing myself, i had my first child, she was beautiful and wonder, after two years i finally was able to get a job with his permission.
By Kitty Laignel5 years ago in Families
Never Give Up, Even When The Odds Are Stacked Against You!
The year was 1992 and I had no major plans, direction or ideas for the future. I was in a very toxic relationship at the time and soon became pregnant. At one point I did make an attempt to leave and get away from the monster boyfriend, but my lack of confidence and fears overcame me. At first I thought I could fix him and make him a better person. I'm telling you that isn't the case at all. For a year and a half I sustained, physical, mental and emotional abuse beyond, but I finally got the courage to just leave him. I had to decide what truly was the most important aspect of my life. He would try every chance to kill me and I'm telling you that when I walked I walked not alone, but with God. I was bullied into signing legal documents under duress to give him custody of our child. I did try leaving at one point with my baby but he caught me going out the door. Believe me when I tell you that this past situation was so bleak and seemed hopeless, but I serve a mighty God.
By Teresa Carlisle5 years ago in Families
