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Thursday, July 05, 2012

Uggs n' Txs

Tonight, I had everything planned out. Dinner, bath time, bedtime. Log in and work on a current project, get some blogging done, check my networks, answer emails. Yup, I had a plan. Funny how those things don't always work out when you're a mom.

Baby is sick. Hubby is sick. Older daughter feeling left out and complaining about an aching toe/ear/hair follicle that requires IMMEDIATE attention (and a Phineas and Ferb Band-Aid.) Garbage has to go out, laundry has to get done, lunch needs to be made.

Just then, the baby started wailing in her crib, and wouldn't be consoled until I lifted her out for a "bit o' rockin'." Her feverish forehead rested on my shoulder and she clasped her little arms around my neck, causing me to immediately burst into a sweat. Finally, she settled.

My "plan" had crumbled around me. I'll be honest, I had a moment or two (or 10) of bitter, bitter resentment. I don't think there's a mom out there who hasn't felt that at least once (and those who say they haven't are lying through their teeth.) Why did I have kids again? I asked myself, between clenched teeth.

Then I watched this video. (I swear there's a whole team of marketers out there who specialize in tearjerkers.)

It is the toughest job. Unpaid, long hours, no dental, unexpected emergencies, demanding clients. Thankless, dirty, emotionally draining tasks. Taxing physical challenges, multiple and simultaneous deadlines. No pension.

But I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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