in june 2010, our lives got turned upside down in the best possible way: the birth of our awesome kiddo, john. in october 2013, brother charlie charged into our life to change the status quo again. and june 2016 brought us brother ben to round out our trio.

i'm proud to have "mom" at the top of the list of titles on my resume, but i'm also still a hard-working professional. how does a working mom juggle work and family? ride along with me and see if i can figure it out!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


for the last 20 minutes of our drive,
john kept saying, "mommy, wash!"
i thought he had fig newton on his hands.
in fact, he had fig newton on his everything.
yesterday was probably the monday-est monday i've ever experienced.

it started out pretty normal and pretty ok. got john to school on time, and he happily sat down to eat his breakfast with his friends. (all his friends said, "hi, john john! hi, john's mommy!" when i got there, so that was actually pretty sweet.)

when i got back out to the car, though, it wouldn't start. wouldn't turn over at all. (why yes, you DO remember correctly - just two weeks ago my car wouldn't run either!) i didn't think it was the battery, but just in case, one of the other daycare mommies was kind enough to offer to jump my car, and then one of the daycare daddies showed up and the mommy and i were happy to cede the process to him. (i will happily admit that i am a stereotypical girl who doesn't do well with cars.) he tried to jump the car and it wouldn't work, so i called triple a. i told them it wasn't the battery but ...

they sent a battery truck instead of a tow truck. the battery guy confirmed it was not the battery, and HE called a tow truck. so after 1.5 hours hanging out in front of the daycare, the tow truck arrived and brought the car and me to the shop. (at this point, it's a good thing he got there. i was ready to push my car into the river and leave it there.)

fortunately, the shop had a loaner car, so i was able to head straight from there to work. got to work 1.5 hours late, but all was ok ... all was ok. (and later that afternoon, the shop told us that it's just a fuel hose that came loose, probably related to the work they did two weeks ago. so i don't think they're going to charge us, and it's not a big deal. yay!)

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after work, i drove the loaner car to the daycare to get john. i successfully installed john's child seat into the loaner car - i was very pleased with myself. john was in a great mood, and we talked and sang the whole way home.

i pulled into the driveway, reflexively reaching up to hit the garage door opener ... which of course isn't programmed into the loaner car. no biggie, i parked in the driveway and started digging for my keys. and digging. and digging. and digging.

and then, to my chagrin, i remembered where my keys were. they were on the stroller, in the house. i was locked out.

no big deal, right, surely my husband would be home soon? nope. he had a meeting in donaldsonville, la, 40 minutes away, that didn't start until 6:30pm. he probably wouldn't be home til after john's bedtime.

so john and i piled back into the car for a little road trip to donaldsonville. like any good road trip, we started with a supply stop at the nearest convenience store. i figured i'd pick up some milk and a snack for john. we walked to the dairy section, and the only little sized milk they had was chocolate. i said, "well, john, looks like you get chocolate milk today!"

he looked at me, displeased, and said, "like white milk!"

i told him he'd have to deal with chocolate today, and got him a fig newton snack pack to fill his belly.

the drive was uneventful. we made good time, got the key, and turned around to head home. about halfway home, john started whining. "wash, mommy, wash." he's been sort of obsessed with washing his hands lately, so i just said, "don't worry, baby, we'll wash your hands when we get home."

he grew more and more insistent the rest of the way home, and when i opened up the door at the house, i saw why. he was COATED with fig newton. ears to elbows to ankles and every surface in between was a figgy, sticky mess. i looked at him and said, "would you like a bath, son?"

and he said, "bath. and white milk."

what a day.

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