Here's the thing, though: There really are differences between our experiences. If you're a working mom, I have a hunch that you're incredibly familiar with the following thoughts and feelings.
Child, if you do not get in the car immediately, then I'll have no choice but to leave you here crying. And at this point, I'm OK with it.
No time to go to the store after work? That's cool, I'll just pack these almonds and candy corn for tomorrow's lunch.
I have no idea how I'm even at work, since I don't remember waking up this morning, getting my kid ready for daycare or commuting. I also spent 45 minutes crying in the ladies' bathroom. I don't know why you're paying me to be here right now, but I thank you.
Hey everyone! Look at my kid's picture! Look!
Kid has a fever at daycare. I wonder if I can finish this project and claim I'm late to pick her up because of traffic? No, quit being a terrible human.
For the love of God, I don't know. It might be barf, breastmilk or a melted crayon. And as long as it's not fermenting or changing colors, the workday must press on.
I regret every choice that led me to this juncture.
Who's got this working mom thing nailed? Me, losers!
Tasteless Keurig coffee and non-dairy creamer never tasted so sweet. What's that amazing aroma? Ah, yes, the smell of peace and quiet.
19 children came down with explosive diarrhea today? Fabulous, that fits perfectly with the rest of my work week. Glad to hear it. Now we just wait for it to hit my child, right? Is that how this works?
Really, I never imagined that I would work while my kid attends day care. Most days, I feel pretty good about it, because I feel fulfilled and my kid seems happy. It's different than I thought, though.
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