Confessions of a working mom: I need to go milk myself

If you didn’t figure it out from the title, this is probably a good time to give the men in the audience an excuse to bow out. This particular post may contain a little more … insight … into the world of being a working mom than you really want to know.


Back to work a second time

Well, I did it. I went back to work this week. On Wednesday, I left my precious babies at daycare, drove to the office, and did my job.

This is another one of those mommy things that everyone seems to have an opinion about. “Wasn’t it so much easier the second time around?” was the most popular. Another good one was, “You’ve done it before, so it’s old hat, right?”



So why don’t I stay home with baby girl?

Before I offend anyone, I should probably start out by saying that I think stay-at-home moms are amazing. They have the kind of creativity, passion and patience that I can only dream about having. In fact, I used to think I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. And maybe I will again someday, but not yet.

So it always comes as a surprise to me when someone asks “So, are you staying home with the baby now?” Oftentimes it’s asked as though the only correct answer is yes. Isn’t that a bit presumptuous? Especially now-a-days when working outside the home is fairly common. Especially if the person who’s asking is someone I haven’t seen for a long time or I am just meeting.


The life of an absent-minded working mom

*Warning: For all of the non-nursing moms who read my blog (this includes you, gentlemen), this post will discuss breastfeeding. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to come back another day.

Last chance. Are you sure you want to keep reading?

Okay, now that they’ve left, let’s talk about the reality of being a working mom. Being a working mom means you encounter “challenges” that you probably never thought about before you became a mom. For me, the hardest part is that I seem to have become a bit, well, absent-minded.


Walking in the spring sunshine

It’s April 1, and it finally felt like spring has arrived in Minnesota. I’m not sure what the temperature was, but it was warm enough to throw on a sweater, put baby girl into the front pack, and go for walk in the neighborhood. I have to tell you, feeling the sun on my face and getting outside was wonderful.

Baby girl and I didn’t go for a long walk, but we had a great time. As soon as we left the house, I knew my daughter was just as happy as I was to be going for a walk. She started waving her arms and bouncing (as well as she could bounce in a Baby Bjorn, anyway).  


Confessions of a working mom: Umm…. I think I peed my pants

I’ve struggled with whether or not to delve into the … challenges … of being a working mom. After all, some of my colleagues read this blog, and many of my working mommy stories might make those readers uncomfortable. But you know what? I started this blog to share my mommy stories with other mommies, so I finally decided that it wouldn’t be complete without a few awkward work stories.

You might think that a woman isn’t a working mom until her baby’s born, but you’d be wrong. The fun starts well before that. As I mentioned in one of my first posts on this blog, becoming pregnant gets you entrance into the Mommy Club. If you work outside the home, it’s also your introduction to the embarrassing, funny, frustrating and wonderful adventure that is being a working mom.  More

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