This week’s workplace battle, pitting uncooperative project deliverables against a rapidly approaching deadline, left me with little energy or desire to stick to my New Year’s resolution of serving my family a nutritious daily sit-down dinner.
As such, I’ve emptied my pantry of pasta and my freezer (that’s right, freezer) of pizza.
|(Photo Credit: Mattias Klum)|
With a reverant nod to the immortal Helen Reddy, please join me in singing “I am working mother, hear me snore.”
To make matters worse, I had not one, not two, but three good friends ask me – all within the course of about 3 hours today, “How’s your book going?”
I’m a mom with a full-time day job, I have a manuscript burning a hole in my briefcase, and I am blogging about how busy I am.
If you looked up “irony” in the dictionary, chances are you’d find my name somewhere in the definition.
Maybe it isn’t irony at all.
Maybe it’s just pure, unadulerated mom-foolery.
Don’t worry – I won’t whine until the kids are in bed and I can pour it into a glass.
Thanks goodness tomorrow is Pizza Night (third time this week). Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a deadline to meet.