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Love Hate Stay-at-home

I decided to quit my job and stay at home after I got married. I did that and I still can't decide if that was a good decision.

It is not so nice when you hear "veetla chumma thaana irukka?" (you are jobless at home, no?) because honestly staying at home is a real full time job for which you don't get paid in any form. No money no gratitude. It is very tough job.

You graduate from questions like "Is the code working?" "Is the deliverable ready?" "Is the testing complete?" to questions like "What is there to eat?" "Why isn't the laundry done?" "Have you washed the utensils?". Believe me, delivering a code package seems like a piece of cake to me. May be because I am a lazy bug. I think I was spoiled by my parents. I just can't seem to get interested in domestic chores. May be because I don't get paid for what I do. I don't get thanked or appreciated.

Plus, there is no holiday. Holidays are really a nightmare. Sundays are workdays not holidays. And on top of all this I am a mother now. I think I am slowly losing my identity as an individual. I am transforming into somebody's mother and somebody's wife. Don't get me wrong, I do not hate the idea of stay-at-home. I like that I can be there for my daughter, pursue some of my hobbies whenever I can et all.

However happy you are there is always going to be that one small part of you wishing you had the financial freedom, identity and respect a career brings along.

I know I am not alone in this. I think it is time for some reforms. I am sure the stay-at-home moms/wives will agree that getting some appreciation and respect will go a long way.

This is the state of females who are caught in between patriarchy and feminism. All the moms with sons teach them that males and females are equal. All the moms with daughters teach them to stay strong.

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