An Ode to the Working Mother

Here’s to any working mom who has forgotten spirit day at their kids school and mistakenly sent them to school wearing their uniform. Or any working mom who has felt absolutely guilt over not being able to take time off from work to chaperon their kids field trips— this ode is for you.

Here’s to any working mom who has had to make trips to Target on her lunch break to pick up school snacks, last minute Christmas/Birthday/Hanukkah/Friend’s Birthday gifts. Here’s to that same mom who had to grab a mediocre salad from the food section of Target only to return to her desk to eat and finish running spreadsheets and reports.    

Here’s to any working mom who works a 10 hour work shift, who then has a 2 hour commute and still has to go home to cook dinner, help with homework, straighten up the house, bathe the kids, tuck them into bed, stop them from fighting, sing them a song and read them a bedtime story. Or two, or three.

Here’s to any working mom who has gotten up at 3am to remove wet clothes out of the washer. Or who have had to wake up 4 times a night to nurse. 8 times a night to clean and change wet sheets. Or who have had to prove to a 3 year old at 2am that there is in fact not a monster in the closet.

Here’s to any working mom who has had to leave work to pick up a sick kid from school. Or even if after picking up the sick kid, somehow the kid miraculously feels better once you get them home.

Here’s to any working mom who gives up work happy hour to spend time with her children at home

Here’s to any working mom who eats breakfast out of a file cabinet, and fills her stomach with coffee throughout the day.

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