Womo in the House – 10 Signs
January 20th, 2012, posted by Aimee
o At least one meal per week is consumed in the car and consists of an energy bar from the glove box or a handful of goldfish crackers from a box of “snacks” stowed in the back between the car seats.
o You dread seeing at least one of the moms at your child’s school at drop off because you blew off her child’s “stickers chain letter project,” despite the written plea to please “take the time to ensure everyone gets their stickers .”
o At least once a week you feel at least a small pang of guilt about your colleagues still in the office when you leave at 5 p.m. to get home for your kids (even though you are always back online after they hit the hay at night).
o At least three times a week you feel severe pangs of guilt when you don’t get home in time to make dinner/bathe your child/make them breakfast.
o At least once a month you feel a touch of guilt about not spending enough “quality time” with your spouse/partner and wonder if he will end up straying if you don’t figure out a way to put out more often.
o Birthday celebrations for your child/children are always held at a crazily overpriced, annoying venue that promises to “handle everything for your party” and costs a small fortune … but ensures the party lasts exactly 90 minutes and entails zero clean-up.
o You’ve paid almost as much in daycare late fees as the regular tuition.
o You juggle at least one conference call a week with a child parked in front of Nickelodeon and the phone on mute.
o It’s hard to remember the last time you saw the dentist or doctor, though you’ve never missed a single appointment with your hair colorist in years.
o You cannot fathom an existence without coffee, white wine, DVRs, takeout/”Whole Foods prepared foods,” smartphones and flat irons.







Comments
Big huge YES to all of these. And did I mention the time my daughter had explosive diarrhea in my lap while I was on a conference call with one of my toughest clients and I had to keep talking like nothing had happened? Yea, that was fun.