Four months into parenthood and I’m experiencing the Baby Effect. I’m not talking about the loss of sleep.
I knew I should have carried my wallet in a purse that night. Instead, I fashionably tucked it under my arm and headed to the local wine bar with my husband. Two pinot noirs later I reached over to pay the bill only to realize that my wallet — which I thought I’d rested on the bar top — had vanished. Was it stolen? Did it fall on the ground somewhere? Hold on. Did I even bring my wallet? (The wine wasn’t helping.)
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I have and always will understand why some parents choose not to work. But I continue to believe that it’s just not something I will ever choose for myself.
There it was, staring at me right in the face. That thing I always heard existed, but didn’t personally feel until it hit me (quite intensely) last week while traveling for work: MOMMY GUILT.