Brown Deer mom offers helpful “takeaways” while traveling about town with two girls, ages 6 and 3. It’s not rocket science, just a slice of life.
Recently, I became a commuter mom. I drive an hour and a half each way to my job in Chicago. The more I talk about it, the more I realize that I'm not alone. For example, a lady told me how her husband lived in one city during the week and came home on weekends. Another couple explained that they live in the middle so the work commute, about an hour, is manageable for both. Yet another friend said he commuted by plane for months until he could find a job to join his wife in the same city. As the country celebrates Labor Day today, this is what 2013 laborer looks like.
I enjoy hearing labor stories that highlight creative work arrangements. If you're willing to think out-of-the-box, you can take advantage of career opportunities that many never explore. It lets me know that dreams are still possible. You just have to believe it can be done. Surprisingly, I've found that my commute is easier than anticipated. In fact, because I'm going non-stop against the traffic, it's actually relaxing. I often arrive at the office before co-workers snarled in Chicago's notorious traffic jams.