One of the great things about the Internet and technology is the fact that it is possible to connect with others with similar interests and tastes. And problems.
One of the more interesting things I’ve come across lately is this page from Mommy Track’d. It’s about the worst working mom moments. And I’m a WAHM who has fallen subject to some of them as well.
I still remember shutting the door and leaving my then-two-and-a-half-year-old strapped securely strapped into his high chair so I could finish an interview over the phone. He doesn’t remember the 10 minutes he spent screaming bloody murder, but I still feel bad about it.
Miranda,
We all have our slip-ups! One of the toughest aspects of being a work at home mother is trying to balance home life with work life, and your story is probably the most literal example of this struggle. We've all been there. Nevertheless, this was great read!
Now, I'm an official Microsoft ambassador and right now we're really trying to scale up our connections with influential bloggers like yourself. I'd love to share with you some of the stuff we've been doing in the last couple months to help women entrepreneurs; we're really committed to providing all the necessary resources to help women start, grow and expand their business.
We just wrapped up a women's entrepreneurial tour across the US called “Vision To Venture;” the response and turn-out was great!
I'd really love your take on these offerings we have right now; I would have contacted you via email but I didn't know which was the best way to reach you.
Thank you so much Miranda, I hope I didn't overstep my bounds by directly contacting you. Definitely get back to me if I’ve piqued your interest– I’d love to share more info with you.
Best,
Kimberly
Official Microsoft Ambassador
k-rosenberg@live.com
Thanks for sharing! It true that what seems so traumatic at one point is funny years later.
Ah, I wouldn't worry about it. Think of all the things that your kid did that they'll regret forever.
My poor mom wasn't a WAHM, but she did juggle two or three jobs at a time while trying to raise three young kids on a clerk's salary. (We all immigrated from Asia when I was seven.) The only time she could mow and water the lawn was in the dead of night, when she got home from the late shift.
One night, as she was out mowing, my six-year-old brother locked her out. Apparently he was well trained to make sure that all the doors were locked before we shut down for the night. My poor mom spent the entire night outside, as all three of us were pretty heavy sleepers and never heard her banging on our bedroom windows.
Yeah, we laugh about it now, but damn, you can bet I'll never forget that.
Cheers,
Marjorie