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Permalink Reply by Joe Mama on May 13, 2010 at 6:16pm But it is OUR job.
I make it possible for him to do his job. I make it possible for him to have late meetings and to not worry about paying a childcare for each minute he's late and to not worry that there's milk in the fridge for his breakfast or that he has something to wear. It's OUR job.
And now I think I'll hit Zappos and buy myself something cute with OUR money.
Mamawho said:.
He kind of views his job as "our" job - he would never take one that made me uncomfortable. He's had offers for lucrative positions working for military contracting firms that we all know about, and he turned them down. He wasn't thrilled, ethically, about working for them, but he liked the idea of the money to get us ahead, but he knew I'd be terribly uncomfortable. He's unapologetic about his willingness to compromise nearly all his principles for my and GW's well-being, so I'm his moral compass there. It's served us well.
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Permalink Reply by SaintMary on September 30, 2010 at 9:12am When I came across this topic I was hoping I was going to find someone's story that I could relate to, but it seems like all of you guys have it together way more than we do.
Earlier this year my parents loaned us (basically me) the money to open up a tattoo shop out where we live since it's a win situation. There's a need for a nice shop that doesn't over charge, is drug free, and treats their customers as more of a priority than the video games that are the primary focus of their shops. After putting together a business plan and finding a location we began construction. At this point, I had no idea I was pregnant. Of course it was great news, but it put a damper on how much I could help with getting the shop together.
Once it was finished we had our "grand opening", which ended up just being us with a couple of walk in customers, so it was nice that we already had business and we were really excited about that and had high hopes that word would travel and we would stay busy. Me being the body piercer, I've never made as much as my husband. Even though that was the case, we had planned on me building up some clientele and then when the baby came I would take a month or so off and then we would have a play yard/nursery set up in the back room where the break room was. We figured I would be able to work and we would both be able to take care of Evey together.
Well, Evey came the day after the grand opening, so I never had a chance to build up any clientele. With piercing it's nothing like tattoos. You have to physically be there when a customer walks in, otherwise they just go somewhere else, even if you are $10 less than anywhere else and have 14+ years experience. So, me not being there for the first month and trying to work by appointment just didn't work. We've been open since June and I still don't think I've even done ten piercings since I've been there. It's pretty depressing, and since Evey shows nothing but disdain being up at the shop as we had planned, that went right out the window. Needless to say, I became a SAHM. Don't get me wrong, I adore my time with her, but I think I would adore it much more if I could get my husband to pitch in more so that I didn't have so much to do.
Our shop is open from 2 p.m. until 8 p.m. which he doesn't stay past 7, at the latest, unless he's actually tattooing. Granted, we got an article in the local paper done on our shop because I had brought it to their attention that we were the only drug-free tattoo shop that I knew of in the area, and that helped quite a bit for a little while. To be honest, Ted's been doing a lot of advertising that's free. He takes part in a lot of social networking sites and adds local people. He makes sure to run weekly specials to get people in the door and it works some of the time. He's building clientele and that's good, but when I'm sitting at home with Evey and doing all the house work, I look forward to him coming home, or used to, because he would take over for me and give me a break.
All of this has changed in the last month or so. Now, he comes home and goes to take a nap. He doesn't even say hello to Evey. I know he resents me staying home because he really thinks that what I do all day is easy and that he could do it and be happy with it. Let's be realistic here, he pitches in at night when I need to sleep, he takes care of Evey for 4 hours and still complains about that. So, I seriously doubt that he could handle 21 hours a day with her, let alone get all the house work done.
To be fair, we will go over what he does at the shop. He gets there and opens up. Sweeps and sometimes mops. Then he spends about 4 hours online. This time is used to post bulletins with the specials, networking by adding more people that are local, and then he browses ebay where he spends money we don't have on things he doesn't need. I know all this because he hired a chick that tattoos and her and I got to be friends. She doesn't have any children, but can relate because of her sister having children and she saw her go through something similar with her husband and they ended up divorced.
I KNOW that he doesn't do as much physical labor at the shop that he claims to because when I get stir crazy I go up there to say hi and it's always the same thing. I either catch him napping or playing on the internet. So, when he comes home and naps, doesn't even bother to spend time with his daughter or me, see if there's anything he can do to help me out, that's when it keep building up inside me. He's taking for granted what I'm doing and isn't taking into consideration that my dream was always have my own tattoo shop to run properly, like a good shop should be run. I gave that up to stay at home with Evey because we can't afford childcare.
We are on food stamps, medicaid, and WIC. This helps some, but it doesn't help with the things that I feel like I need from him. Perhaps a hug and a thank you, treating me like his wife and the mother of his child instead of a room mate with a kid that keeps him up at night, etc.
Just for shits and giggles, I'm going to look something up. The going rate for nannies. This is for my area, I guess it differs depending on where you live:
Our rates are as follows; Non- Negotiable
Hourly $7 per hour (up to 5 hours)
Daily rate $40 (for anytime worked over 5 hours)
Overnight rate $50 (per 24 hrs of care)
Weekend rate $100 (Friday to Sunday or 3 days of 24hr care)
Weekly rate $150 (Monday to Friday - Days Only)
Weekly rate $200 (4-5 days 24hr care)
This becomes interesting because it would put me up there on the income as making more for the household than him.
I'm just lost on talking to him anymore, because he just tells me to go work at the shop and he'll take care of the baby. It's like trying to have a conversation with an 8 year old. I'm at a loss and don't know where to go at this point.
Permalink Reply by Kat on September 30, 2010 at 2:56pm
Permalink Reply by SaintMary on October 3, 2010 at 8:00am The quickest way to show him what it's like to be home with the kid is to let him be home with the kid. Why not have you go to the shop when your hired artist is there to cover tats, and you can be there for piercings while he's home with the kid a few days a week? Many families with young kids have to juggle their schedules. Tell him you feel like you ended up being the one at home all the time by default and you don't want it that way, so lets work on a schedule that we're all happy with.
SaintMary said:When I came across this topic I was hoping I was going to find someone's story that I could relate to, but it seems like all of you guys have it together way more than we do.
Earlier this year my parents loaned us (basically me) the money to open up a tattoo shop out where we live since it's a win situation. There's a need for a nice shop that doesn't over charge, is drug free, and treats their customers as more of a priority than the video games that are the primary focus of their shops. After putting together a business plan and finding a location we began construction. At this point, I had no idea I was pregnant. Of course it was great news, but it put a damper on how much I could help with getting the shop together.
Once it was finished we had our "grand opening", which ended up just being us with a couple of walk in customers, so it was nice that we already had business and we were really excited about that and had high hopes that word would travel and we would stay busy. Me being the body piercer, I've never made as much as my husband. Even though that was the case, we had planned on me building up some clientele and then when the baby came I would take a month or so off and then we would have a play yard/nursery set up in the back room where the break room was. We figured I would be able to work and we would both be able to take care of Evey together.
Well, Evey came the day after the grand opening, so I never had a chance to build up any clientele. With piercing it's nothing like tattoos. You have to physically be there when a customer walks in, otherwise they just go somewhere else, even if you are $10 less than anywhere else and have 14+ years experience. So, me not being there for the first month and trying to work by appointment just didn't work. We've been open since June and I still don't think I've even done ten piercings since I've been there. It's pretty depressing, and since Evey shows nothing but disdain being up at the shop as we had planned, that went right out the window. Needless to say, I became a SAHM. Don't get me wrong, I adore my time with her, but I think I would adore it much more if I could get my husband to pitch in more so that I didn't have so much to do.
Our shop is open from 2 p.m. until 8 p.m. which he doesn't stay past 7, at the latest, unless he's actually tattooing. Granted, we got an article in the local paper done on our shop because I had brought it to their attention that we were the only drug-free tattoo shop that I knew of in the area, and that helped quite a bit for a little while. To be honest, Ted's been doing a lot of advertising that's free. He takes part in a lot of social networking sites and adds local people. He makes sure to run weekly specials to get people in the door and it works some of the time. He's building clientele and that's good, but when I'm sitting at home with Evey and doing all the house work, I look forward to him coming home, or used to, because he would take over for me and give me a break.
All of this has changed in the last month or so. Now, he comes home and goes to take a nap. He doesn't even say hello to Evey. I know he resents me staying home because he really thinks that what I do all day is easy and that he could do it and be happy with it. Let's be realistic here, he pitches in at night when I need to sleep, he takes care of Evey for 4 hours and still complains about that. So, I seriously doubt that he could handle 21 hours a day with her, let alone get all the house work done.
To be fair, we will go over what he does at the shop. He gets there and opens up. Sweeps and sometimes mops. Then he spends about 4 hours online. This time is used to post bulletins with the specials, networking by adding more people that are local, and then he browses ebay where he spends money we don't have on things he doesn't need. I know all this because he hired a chick that tattoos and her and I got to be friends. She doesn't have any children, but can relate because of her sister having children and she saw her go through something similar with her husband and they ended up divorced.
I KNOW that he doesn't do as much physical labor at the shop that he claims to because when I get stir crazy I go up there to say hi and it's always the same thing. I either catch him napping or playing on the internet. So, when he comes home and naps, doesn't even bother to spend time with his daughter or me, see if there's anything he can do to help me out, that's when it keep building up inside me. He's taking for granted what I'm doing and isn't taking into consideration that my dream was always have my own tattoo shop to run properly, like a good shop should be run. I gave that up to stay at home with Evey because we can't afford childcare.
We are on food stamps, medicaid, and WIC. This helps some, but it doesn't help with the things that I feel like I need from him. Perhaps a hug and a thank you, treating me like his wife and the mother of his child instead of a room mate with a kid that keeps him up at night, etc.
Just for shits and giggles, I'm going to look something up. The going rate for nannies. This is for my area, I guess it differs depending on where you live:
Our rates are as follows; Non- Negotiable
Hourly $7 per hour (up to 5 hours)
Daily rate $40 (for anytime worked over 5 hours)
Overnight rate $50 (per 24 hrs of care)
Weekend rate $100 (Friday to Sunday or 3 days of 24hr care)
Weekly rate $150 (Monday to Friday - Days Only)
Weekly rate $200 (4-5 days 24hr care)
This becomes interesting because it would put me up there on the income as making more for the household than him.
I'm just lost on talking to him anymore, because he just tells me to go work at the shop and he'll take care of the baby. It's like trying to have a conversation with an 8 year old. I'm at a loss and don't know where to go at this point.
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