This blog is starting to get downright embarrassing…for me. There have been moments when I wonder why I share these personal moments of humility with others. Why not keep them private? Would it impact my ability to change?

10. But who's going to take care of the baby? (accompanied by a look of horror)

9. You must feel so guilty having a stranger raise your child

8. Does it make you cry when the kids ask for the nanny in the middle of the night?

7. I just don't think I could be away from my kids for THAT long every day...

6. Do you not like being a mother?

5. I guess some women just aren't wired to be "real moms"

4. Is your husband ok with that?

3. It must be nice to have so much "free time"

2. But how could you love your job more than your kidss

As every working mother with children of a certain age know, Mother's Day is also judgement day. It's the day your young child makes you a gift at school that usually requires them choosing some descriptive words about how they experience you as a mother: nice, loving, caring, time-challenged, insane. And the best part is that you are certain that their innocent description of you will confirm what the teaching staff and mother volunteers have secretly thought about you all along.

Hello All

I recently participated in a “teambuilding” exercise at work, where we shared life-changing advice.  Some of the advice was wonderful, other advice so-so, but the point was that it was personal and life-changing.  Since the team included working moms, we quickly transitioned to discussing life changing products.

In recent weeks, I have made some significant, life-altering decisions. Namely, I am leaving my job, one that has brought me tremendous joy, has allowed me to impact the lives of others and within an environment where I work with professional colleagues that care about me as a person and not just an employee. So, I am leaving this “once upon a time dream” job …and I have no idea what comes next.

Soooo - what did I do today? Funny that you should ask....

7-9 am: Get kids up, dressed, fed and out the door to school. Done with relative ease. 

9 am - 3:55 pm: Laundry. Chores. Work. In a quiet house - all things are possible. 

4 pm: Meet TT (that's Tiny Tyrant if you're new here) #2 at the bus stop. He needs chocolate milk, a sofa and Nikelodeon STAT. 

Conflict at home can be entertaining. I’m not being facetious. After getting home and giving the rounds of hugs to the hubby and little girl, I noticed a note sitting on the chair that Lexi had written. You can see that note here:

“You hurt my filings and you neted said sorry Tripp Lexi” Then a side note that reads, “You got frushradi I think you did not sleep wel ether.”

Let me interpret this note written by our kindergartener:

I recall listening raptly to a speech by a prominent senior female executive early in my career.  One statement she made stuck with me over the years.  “If you are going to spend time away from your kids, make sure it is doing something you love with people you care about.”  I also heard a related