My husband has a good job, so I technically don’t have to work in order to put food on our table and keep a roof over our heads. This may make me a bad mom, but I don’t think so. I think the thing that makes me a bad mom is I love Hostess Cupcakes. Aren’t you supposed to grow out of that?
Incidentally, I have a good job, so technically my husband doesn’t have to work in order to put food on our table and keep a roof over our heads. Surprisingly, no one thinks his job makes him a bad dad. However, he doesn’t like Hostess Cupcakes, so maybe that’s the difference. He does like salted licorice, which is disgusting, in my never to be humble opinion.
To read all about working, click here: Why I Work (When I Don’t Have To)