I wish it was more acceptable and viable for one member of the family to be part time. I wish that taking on the load at home was seeing as bringing real benefit to a family's well-being, as it is in plenty of other countries and cultures around the world. I've learned this a bit late now, at nearly 50, and I think a lot of us did during the pandemic. Yes, my children are older teenagers and need us less, but God, DH and I feel haggard and grey and DH and I are fed up of coming home to a messy dusty house, and nothing in for tea and an evening of ironing to look forward to.
The fact is, as a woman, I would LOVE to come home after a long and knackering day's work to a tidy, clean and orderly house, with something home made to look forward to for dinner, and a home made cake for dessert. I would love to have more free time at the weekend to do the nice things in life like read a book or potter in the garden or visit family, rather than cleaning the bathroom or going shopping or doing all the crappy life admin stuff.
There is something utterly pleasant and comforting about living a slower, more organised, way of life and having time to knock on a neighbour's door for a cup of tea, rather than rushing here, there and everywhere and snatching food when you can. I have no idea why we've all ended up being wage slaves rather than valuing the type of work which adds to a whole family's wellbeing, but here we are. We've managed to end up with a society where you must be economically productive or you're worth nothing and where has that got us? Even the basics are unaffordable and no-one has time to do the nice things in life which cost nothing and the amoutn of people with low level depression and anxiety has rocketed. Sad.
But go us. We all WORK. FULL-TIME. It's grrrreeeeaaattt!!! 🙄