The truth about being a working-at-home mother
Today is Tuesday and it's the day I have to take the kids to their gymnastics class. What does that entail? I'm glad you asked:
- Prepare their afterschool snacks
- Pack snacks and work tools
- Run out the door at 2:50pm
- Grab bus or cab
- Jump out and pick them at school
- Jump into a cab and go across town to their gym
- Get them settled with snacks and juice
- Work with them on their homework until 4:45pm
- Fit it some work until 6:30pm
- Run out the door and hop on a bus
- Get them in the shower
- Cook dinner
- Check my email
- Get them to finish homework
- Get them ready for bed
- Clean up kitchen (if father is not around to do so)
- Read and/or tuck them in by 9:00pm
- Go back to work until 12-1am
So right not my computer is dead, so I'm supposed to have run out the door to get it fixed, right?
WRONG!
The computer repair store I have to go to is at the other side of town. Manhattan may be small compared to Chicago but given it is so densely trafficked, going from East to West can take an hour. So I have had to forgo going to the store to be able to fix my kids snacks AND dinner in advance in the hopes that, when we come out of their classes I can drop into the shop and get the computer serviced.
If not, I'll have to wake up at the crack of dawn tomorrow and do what I need to do.
That's the reality of a working-at-home mother.
I don't get a break.
All my time is scheduled to the last minute
It truly kind of ... sucks.
Help me pay for my computer's new power socket:
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