Junior is approaching the 6 month mark, which means we have almost survived half of his first year. My maternity leave was only 3 months and after that it was back to the rat race. Being a working mom is no joke. Here’s a glimpse of a day of my life as a working mom.
-Wake Up 30 min before alarm goes off because Junior was crying
-Calm Junior down
-Try to sneak in another 20 minutes of sleep
-Wake up for real
-Get myself ready
-Get Junior’s bottles, my lunch, my breast pump ready
-Wake up Junior
-Get Junior ready
-Pray he doesn’t spit up on my clothes
-Load Junior in car
-Drop Junior off at school and head to work
-Arrive at work a few minutes late because well… I don’t even know why, it just happens
-Go to bathroom to cry about missing Junior
-Call to check up on Junior
-Go and pump, miss Junior even more
-Do a reasonable amount of work
-Start thinking about missing the baby
-Try not to cry
-Cry anyway
-Time to pump again…
-Lunch Time! (Thinking about leaving and never coming back…)
-Remember that we got bills to pay
-Attempt some more work, calls again to check up on Junior
-Tear hair out, feel miserable (because baby was crying in the background)
-Time to pump again
-Try to stay awake to do work
-Do a questionable amount of work
-Stare at baby pictures
-Try to focus and not cry
-Go to bathroom to cry
-Brainstorm ways to be a millionaire in order to stay home with baby
-Get depressed because there’s no solution
-Countdown the minutes until I leave and pick up Junior
-Still counting down
-Still counting down…
-Is the clock f**king broken?!
-Time to go get him!
- —Do other working moms have a similar day?—
4 Comments on A Day in The Life of a Working Mom
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Perfectly said! I spent the first few years of my son’s life trying to figure out how to stay home. The spit up on my clothing has been replaced by toothpaste and I still cry sometimes. But it gets better, my son is in school now and knowing he has to be there makes it easier for me to be at work.
ok, so it DOES get better. Thanks for the encouragement!
I think you miss them no matter what – it’s never really exactly like YAY (though I’ve had those mornings that were so awful I was kind of a little yay) but you get used to it. There’s less crying, anyway 🙂
Oh good, so it does get better….