Who Looks After Your Kids? by
Kirsten Emmott
"Who looks after your
kids when you work?" "Who does the housework?" "How do you manage
working those long hours with a family?" "How do
you manage with the kids?"
Well, there's their
father, and a nanny and a day care centre but they don't really hear,
the people who ask. They don't want to know about it.
What they want to
hear is:
Who does the
housework? My henpecked worm of a husband.
Me, until four in the morning. A Jamaican wetback whom we blackmail
into slaving for peanuts. Nobody, we all live in a huge tattered
ball of blankets like a squirrel's nest.
Who bakes the bread?
Never touch it. Mac's Bakery. The pixies. A little
old Irish woman named Kirsten Emmott comes in every
week.
How do you manage
with the kids? I don't. I neglect them. I'm on the verge of a nervous
breakdown, please help me. I'm drinking heavily. I
don't give a damn about the kids, let them go to hell their own way.
Who looks after the
kids? Nobody, I tie them to a tree in the back yard every day. My
senile old grandmother. The Wicked Witch of the West.
"Who Looks After Your
Kids?": Reprinted with permission from Shop Talk, Pulp Press, 1985
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