Maraya Steadman '89, '90MBA | Dec. 7, 2012 | Notre Dame Magazine
Being a parent may be one of the toughest jobs there is, if you exclude being a coal miner, any sort of day labor in the hot sun, jobs where you pick up road kill, tasks where you are chained to someone else, anything that involves getting up before 6 in the morning, or driving a school bus filled with 8th graders. But at least with those jobs there are employee benefits — benefits such as retirement plans, health insurance or sick days. There are no such things with parenting.
As I lie in bed with a sore head, sore throat and stuffy nose, my hungry children fight downstairs, screaming up to me as I wallow in my bed past 7 a.m., “Mom, I don’t have any clean socks.”
I want a sick day.