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Work Mom friends and Home Mom friends

I feel that I've earned the right to comment on the differences I've noticed between my working mom friends (I do still have a few working-mom friends that I occasionally meet) and my home mom friends.  And what might those be you ask?

Sent from my iphone
My work mom friends would respond to questions via email on their smartphones.  Their lack of relevance and coherence could be blamed on the fact that they were most likely on a conference call when they responded or else were too much in a hurry to properly read or listen to my message.  My home mom friends? Well while some do respond via smartphone, their lack of relevance and coherence could be blamed squarely on at least one kid clawing at them as they're trying to have a conversation, electronic or otherwise.

Our conversation
Surprisingly, to me at least, the kind of conversation I have with my work mom friends and with my home mom friends are different.  I talk endlessly with my home mom friends about kids, development, books, school and discipline.  In retrospect, my work mom friends and I talked about the juggle of home life and work and much less about discipline.

The Playdate
Could you believe I actually think these are different for the two groups too?  A playdate for my home mom friends represents time for moms to get together primarily and secondarily for the kids to play.  For my work mom friends, a playdate is a chance for one parent to run errands while the other family looks after the kids.
Well perhaps this isn't completely fair. 

It just seems to me that my home mom friends "appear" to be more available to me.  And that is unsurprising because in fact, they are.

Comments

Savi said…
Hi Sally,

Just wondering how things were going with the job search (and the rest of life!)

Take care,
Savi
Austin Trini said…
Hi Savi! It has been a long time since I've been active either on my blog or otherwise. And its because my job search was successful, so I've been making many adjustments!
All is well, thanks for checking !

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