This morning, my husband told me that I had the wrong priorities: I place work ahead of family.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and so I settled for a scowl. And, a promise to him that we'd discuss this further when I returned home from work.
In the 12 hours that I have been away, I've thought about tonight's discussion. The point that I will emphasize to him is that "wrong priorities" is a careless, and perhaps cruel, phrase to direct towards a working mother who juggles many different responsibilities.
The outrage of that statement is that it is insensitive to the my, and every working mother's, angst of "finding balance." I'll give him the benefit of the doubt that he didn't realize the destructive power of these poorly chosen words. And dare him to say them again to this working mama. ;)
