5:30 am: First alarm. 5:35: Second alarm. 5:40: Third alarm. My phone flashes a message I programmed: GET UP YOU ARE RUNNING LATE. I roll over and enjoy the warmth of my three-year-old for ten more seconds. She’s been in bed with me for a week, as little sister’s transition to their shared room hasn’t
Category: A Day in the Life of a Working Mom
1:00 AM – Wake up to baby’s crying. She is back asleep by the time I get to the crib. Surely she’ll get back up. I lie down while I wait for her to get up for her typical night feeding but… 5:30 AM – Wake up to baby’s sounds. Can’t believe she slept through
5:25 AM: Alarm goes off. I usually hit the snooze without even waking up. 5:35 AM: Alarm goes off. This time I wake up, hit the snooze, close my eyes, and seriously debate the cleanliness of my hair. I also attempt to visualize the school lunch menu that is pinned to my kitchen bulletin board.
God dammit. I was really hoping that my daughter, now 4, and son, now 7, would grow up in a culture free from sexual violence, or at least significantly different than the culture I came of age in. I’m an optimist by nature, so I recognize that this hope was fairly lofty, but “live the
Last week (before my husband and I left the kids for the weekend and before a presidential election rocked the nation) I was having just a normal week at school. Well, it was a rather long, tiring week, but a regular one nonetheless. Until one day a student in one of my classes asked if
I have two toddlers and they keep me very busy. I’d like to say that everything I do in this world is for them, but it isn’t really true. See, I have these 150 other kids that I see everyday in my classroom at school. It’s a job and it’s the way I’ll provide for
I don’t have much quiet time, but when I do I am probably reading a few pages of a book or listening to a podcast. My favorite podcast is Death, Sex, Money. It covers everything (as the title suggests). If you haven’t looked into it, start today and go through the whole feed. Avoid the episode about
I don’t remember my own mother wading in the pool with me when I was young. I remember swimming from sun up to sun down most summer days and playing marco polo, fishy-fishy-out-of-water and chicken. I remember having the time of my life, but it was mostly just with my sisters, friends and cousins. I don’t
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
You may be wondering why I’m talking the time to tell you about podcasts. Podcasts are actually a great tool for moms. I find that I can squeeze in a podcast at lots of different times throughout my mom day: At the grocery store by myself (rare I know!) While waiting at dance or
