Author: Felicia Hunt


I did not expect baby powder. According to Facebook it seems as though we all pretty much lived the same life this week. Back to school. Back to the routine and a new year….but this also means another year. Another year has come and gone. During the juggling act of working motherhood I tried to remain conscious of the summer days. Making them memorable and soaking up my children’s presence while they soaked up the sun. However, by the last two weeks before school the anticipation was through the roof. The kids were bouncing off the walls like cartoon characters. We ALL were ready for school to start. Immediately. My dominant feelings were relief that school was about to start and pride that my two oldest (Kindergarten and 1st Grade) were so excited and enthusiastic to begin and just soar. I knew that after a fulfilling summer they needed something more. They need to continue to grow and achieve their potentials. I actively try to teach independence and self-sufficiency and in my view a positive educational experience was another piece of that mission. I did not want to feel or show any sadness or negativity related to school. The day came. I was looking forward to my afternoon with the house a few decibles lower than it had been. But then the bus drove away, just like that. I still have a lump in my throat and...

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What I Didn’t Do This Summer

I had plans for this summer. BIG plans. I was going to be organized, efficient and really get on top of all the things that were lost in the shuffle of the end of school scramble. I even had my list that was written in April. I was going to tackle that list once and for all. Now it’s August and there are only four (FOUR) weeks left until school starts again. I give myself a B-. If I’m being generous… I did not stick to my list. There are nail holes and chipped paint on my walls from the many baby gates of the last 6 years. There are picture galleries in my hallways that are missing my two 19 month olds. And please do not even think about asking to see my basement. The answer will be no, you definitely cannot go down there.   Instead of those tasks I tried to keep up as my five children enjoyed the sandbox so much that it is now empty. The sand has found its way into the yard, clothes, and my house. And to top off the experience each day, I have to wash the bath after giving the kids a bath. So much sand. Everywhere. 2. I did not paint the trim of my garage – which I chipped after forgetting the car-top carrier was on the roof of...

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‘How Do You Do It?’

I’m new to the CTWM community. Even though I may only know two of you outside of the digital world, I find myself relating to you, understanding you and feeling for you in a completely real way. Motherhood is its own accomplishment, it’s a well-deserved badge of honor. A Working Mother, however, takes it to a whole new level. We somehow have to find more time, more energy and successfully do more problem-solving and multi-tasking. For a start. How do we do that? Why do we do that? I get asked these questions ALL of the time. Having a lot of children, young ones at that, generates quite a bit of attention – everywhere and every day. Generally I don’t mind. I don’t move at a particularly fast pace with my ducklings in a row, so it’s just part of the process.   I always smile and say something polite to move things along. “Stay on task to stay on time” is our motto after all. But as the realm of blogging has entered my life, I keep circling back to those questions. In true lawyer fashion, I have answered the question with another question: What else would I be doing? My heart, soul and the air I breathe is for my children. My face hurts from smiling with pride when I think of all of their talents, quirks and beautiful...

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