The smell of pot roast escapes from the lid of the slow cooker and wafts down the hallway to my home office. My washer and dryer hum harmoniously in the distance while generating hours’ worth of laundry for me to fold tonight after dinner.
Already today, I’ve paid some bills and balanced the checkbook, determined the next steps needed to help my son enroll in his chosen college for next year, and overhauled the volunteer list for a high school parent group I lead.
I even took a shower, the sign of a well-organized day for a work-from-home mom.
Which brings me to my next task: a column on the idiocy of political “mommy wars.”
To begin, like Ann Romney, I’m not so much offended by the offhanded slam hurled by apparent “superwoman” Hilary Rosen. Last week, in a flippant moment of punditry on CNN, Ms. Rosen declared that Mrs. Romney, having “never worked a day in her life,” is unqualified to advise her husband, presidential candidate Mitt Romney, on matters economic.
Mrs. Romney has quipped that the insult constituted an “early birthday present” because it gave her an excuse to speak out about her role as a stay-at-home mother and about the choices women ought to be able to make, free of judgment from feminists such as Ms. Rosen.
Having been in the public arena as a political wife for some years, Mrs. Romney isn’t riled easily, but she knows an opening when she sees one. And according to recent polls, her husband needs all the help he can get relating to and attracting female voters.
It’s been decided widely that Ms. Rosen’s supposedly impromptu remark officially has backfired. Women of all stripes, whether working or staying at home (or, like your humble columnist and a quarter of all working women, “all of the above”) seem equally annoyed at the suggestion that our national debate might benefit from this sort of catty dialogue.
Notably, in the ensuing week of “mommy wars,” Ms. Rosen and her apologists have only confirmed my assumptions about the true nature of her diatribe. It’s not the fact that Mrs. Romney stayed home that bugs these folks; it’s that she could.
Conservatives and women generally must resist the temptation to become defensive about the real work involved in being a mother and homemaker.
(Excuse me while I get the mail, switch the laundry, stir the slow cooker, email a teacher and take a call from a friend who needs transportation for her child after the track meet. Now, where was I?)