Flex-i-bil-i-ty
Lately, this whole working mother thing sucks. I’m not going to sugar coat it. It sucks. I’m drowning in the “I can’t do anything right” pool. At both work and home, I don’t feel I measure up.
In my mind, Mom’s always supposed to be there for her children. This week, they all got sick. I stayed home with Diva one day, but I couldn’t stay home with Jumpshot when he got sick, and poor Manchild just had to deal with it and go to daycare. It’s just cough and sniffles, but it kills me when I can’t be there to comfort them.
I know I’m not the only woman with this problem. I’m just not sure how to deal with it.
Someone out there, give me some perspective!
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mother. God blessed me with three wonderful children, who keep me going. My husband and I have been married for 12 years, and he’s my best friend.
