Afternoons, by Philip Larkin
Summer is fading:
The leaves fall in ones and twos
From trees bordering
The new recreation ground.
In the hollows of afternoons
Young mothers assemble
At swing and sandpit
Setting free their children.
Behind them, at intervals,
Stand husbands in skilled trades,
An estateful of washing,
And the albums, lettered
Our Wedding, lying
Near the television:
Before them, the wind
Is ruining their courting-places
That are still courting-places
(But the lovers are all in school),
And their children, so intent on
Finding more unripe acrons,
Expect to be taken home.
Their beauty has thickened.
Something is pushing them
To the side of their own lives.
A little bit of gloomy Larkin to lighten your day. I don't think it is the issue of whether women work or stay at home as that fact that this is always about women, never the fathers.
Women should make their own choices, but do not allow yourself to be pushed to the side of your own life. When I hear women like Maca (sorry to pick on you) saying they had to give up work because their husband didn't want the children in childcare and (conveniently for him) earned more, I want to hit my head on the desk. How about what you want? Not the children, or husband - you.
Never mind what my children would 'prefer' (currently lounging in a onesie all morning). I matter too.