Photo by Chad Hunt

We Were Working Moms

We were always running around. Packing school lunches while trying to get dressed for work. Digging through the closet, looking for a blouse without the dusting of spit on the shoulders, a skirt without egg on it. Searching the pantry, looking for something healthy to put in the kids’ lunches. Why didn’t we ever have anything healthy to put in the kids’ lunches?

We were juggling, constantly juggling, all these wants and worries, above our heads. All we wanted was to get the kids out of the house without yelling at them. Was that too much to ask? We dropped the ball, constantly. And then we picked it up again. To begin the elaborate game. Of working motherhood.

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