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The working mom thing...

So I remarked to my husband recently that 6-odd years ago, when I was staying home with my younger son -  my older son was in elementary school, I would see moms in their work outfits and I suffered terribly from shoe envy. Because, you see dear reader, I would be walking around with the baby in a sling and I was somewhat disheveled by the efforts to get both children ready for drop off.

However, now that I am working again, and dropping my younger son to elementary school, (the older one is in middle school),  I can only see moms in their workout outfits on their way to the gym or a run or bike ride while I am in my work clothes, and hustling to get to a meeting/conference call on time.

Hmmm. Maybe it is just me.

I am not quite sure how good a job I am doing (just hoping not to mess up horribly), but every now and again, it seems necessary to reiterate what NOT to say to a working mom. And since I have to admit, sometimes other people can say it so much better than I can, I wanted to share this post:
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