I seem to be on a different planet to the rest of you (as usual ) You all seem to be either SAHMs or in well-paid high-powered jobs.
I spent my 20s "working very hard" (aloha) having my children, so missed out on any chance of getting established in a decent job, while still young enough. DH was made redundant when DD was only 10 months old & I was already just pregnant with DS, then started a delivery job when DS was born that meant he was always away, & I just couldn't stand being alone all the time. Just as we were on the verge of splitting up (& how close he still doesn't know) we rearranged everything so he could work less hours & I'd work part-time.. bad move.
13 years on & he's still in the same job & I'm on the 3rd one, full time. We earn between us enough to have to pay our DDs full tuition fees next year, but not enough that either of us has any chance of doing something else- I worked out today that we could only live on his money if by some miracle we could do without a car or any form of travel & if we cut our food bill back to about £50 a week (for 6). As work is 20 miles away, I can't see it.
We share the childcare, but as lisa (was it lisa?) says, he "doesn't realise" there's washing in the machine; never checks for notes home from school; "forgets" DS3s coat; doesn't see why he should have to remind them about kit, coats, bags etc, so doesn't. I'm the one racing round like a lunatic in the morning sorting out shirts & dinner money & kit, while he is sat at the table "having his breakfast". He really can't see what there is to do.
I am really really envious of the girls I went to school with, who all married men with earning potential & are now able to choose to work part-time- or not at all. It's very hard to enjoy the hassles of motherhood when you are on the go all the time. The last thing I want after almost an hour sitting in a traffic jam is to have to sort out an argument about who has stolen whose beyblades the second I walk in the door! (Then there's the...what are we having for dinner? Did you get any milk?...)
As far as work is concerned, DH was next in line for promotion, but the chap immediately after him was able to go in for extra hours (unpaid) and prove he could do it, while DH had to get home to look after the kids. (This is a poxy supermarket we're talking about, not high finance).
The only advise I'd give my kids about work would be to do something they really love- even unpaid- while they are young enough for us to support them, so they've got the experience there when it counts. I wish I had.