Hey random co-worker in the elevator whose eyes are judging me. Give me a break.
I’m a working mom.
I know I am a few minutes late. But, I am late because although I was awake, I just couldn’t get out of bed this morning.
I know I have hummus smeared on my dress and I smell like garlic. But, my daughter requested hummus and carrots for breakfast, so that is what we had.
I know my lunch bag doesn’t scream “professional”
and I know the contents are a poor excuse for a lunch, but sometimes throwing a few items in a bag is all there is time for.
I know that my bulky gym bag is in your way and you can likely see my sports bra because I didn’t even take the time to zip it closed, but lunch time is the only time I have today to squeeze in a run and running keeps me sane.
I know I look frazzled and a mess now as I start to face the day. But, meet me in the elevator this afternoon on the way down and you will see the biggest smile on my face as I practically run out the door because I get to come home to this.
So, judgey-eyed stranger, I am a working mom, and have obviously not found the perfect balance between work and home yet, but every day I get a little closer. Meet me here in a year - I will probably still have hummus on my dress.