Let’s Trash the “Working Mom”, Please!
I am a mom, and I have a job-one that does not involve being a mom. I hate the term working mom, because we don’t call them working dads, do
Writer, Freelancer, Curator of Funnies.
I am a mom, and I have a job-one that does not involve being a mom. I hate the term working mom, because we don’t call them working dads, do
I am all about finding the happy in a sea of crap. It doesn’t always work out that way, and sometimes I have to just accept that it is a
Before I had my baby, I knew who I was. I had it locked up tight – I knew what I stood for, what I believed, how I felt about my
Sigh. I tried to avoid it. I really did. I am a rational (mostly rational) person. I know there is no reason for it; i know how ridiculous it is.
My house is quiet for the first time since 7 am. My 9-month old daughter is sleeping (finally), and hubby just went to bed. Super Bowl is over (Go Hawks!),