You've heard of The Working Mom. She does it all - balancing a career, raising the children, managing all the housework, loving her husband, and all while looking beautiful - or at least clean.
Well I went back to work last week - that's right, I finally decided that four months on the couch eating bon-bons was probably enough. Actually it was because I don't have the money to go buy even fatter jeans than my fat jeans. Four months on the couch eating bon-bons does not do the waste line any favors! Now that I am The Working Mom, allow me to inform you that said person is about as real as Santa and the Easter Bunny.
Only Santa could figure out how to be in two places simultaneously - working and caring for the baby. Only the Easter Bunny could figure out how to hide all the dust bunnies that have accumulated around my un-swept house! Or maybe he could turn them into eggs so we would have something to eat without trying to find the time to get to the grocery store!
The Working Mom is basically a mythical superhero. I have a few real-life superheros that make being a working mom possible.
The first, of course, is God. Without whose example of Grace, Patience, and never-ending Love, we never would have made it through those nights when the maximum sleep interval was 31 minutes.
Second is Husband. Without whose sense of smell and ability to ask sensitive questions, I never would have realized it had been three days since I'd showered. Also I may have gotten the only man that can actually kind of multi-task when he wants to - after biking home from work he put a load of laundry in the washer, started dinner, and washed the dishes in the 15 minutes he had the house to himself before we girls got home!
Third is my mom. Without her I would be able to do nothing, literally. But also I would not be able to return to work. So thank you, Mom, for watching the baby and saving me from the obesity that is bon-bons. (I just looked up bon-bons to see if they're even worth eating. Turns out one type of bon-bon is what my family has always called Buckeyes. They are definitely worth eating.)
Why am I writing blog posts rather than cleaning the house or taking a shower? Valid question. I guess because the dust bunnies have become my friends. I don't have a good reason for not showering though, so I'll end the post here and go take care of that.
Well I went back to work last week - that's right, I finally decided that four months on the couch eating bon-bons was probably enough. Actually it was because I don't have the money to go buy even fatter jeans than my fat jeans. Four months on the couch eating bon-bons does not do the waste line any favors! Now that I am The Working Mom, allow me to inform you that said person is about as real as Santa and the Easter Bunny.
Only Santa could figure out how to be in two places simultaneously - working and caring for the baby. Only the Easter Bunny could figure out how to hide all the dust bunnies that have accumulated around my un-swept house! Or maybe he could turn them into eggs so we would have something to eat without trying to find the time to get to the grocery store!
The Working Mom is basically a mythical superhero. I have a few real-life superheros that make being a working mom possible.
The first, of course, is God. Without whose example of Grace, Patience, and never-ending Love, we never would have made it through those nights when the maximum sleep interval was 31 minutes.
Second is Husband. Without whose sense of smell and ability to ask sensitive questions, I never would have realized it had been three days since I'd showered. Also I may have gotten the only man that can actually kind of multi-task when he wants to - after biking home from work he put a load of laundry in the washer, started dinner, and washed the dishes in the 15 minutes he had the house to himself before we girls got home!
Third is my mom. Without her I would be able to do nothing, literally. But also I would not be able to return to work. So thank you, Mom, for watching the baby and saving me from the obesity that is bon-bons. (I just looked up bon-bons to see if they're even worth eating. Turns out one type of bon-bon is what my family has always called Buckeyes. They are definitely worth eating.)
Work is being worked, the baby is being babied, and the house isn't giving off noxious fumes. yet. Everything is getting done, but I am definitely not doing it alone - nor could I. So thank you, superheros, for your assistance and support.
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