For working moms

This is my working-mom tirade.  It's my small way of giving back to the working-mom community by saying what you may have wanted to say for years.  (I stayed at home with little Silas for all of two months, and I know it's no picnic, but I can't write for you if you're a stay at home mom because I don't live that life.  But I'm sure with some editing, this can also apply to you if you need to forward it to someone who's making you lose your ever-loving mind.)

Yesterday?  I got the kid and myself dressed, I dropped the kid off at the babysitter, I fought traffic to work, I worked all day, I fought traffic back home, I picked up the kid, I let the dogs out, I cleaned the kitchen, I made dinner, I cleaned dinner off the floor and off the kid, I cleaned the kitchen again, I let the dogs out, I bathed the kid, I reasoned with the kid to to go to bed, I did laundry, I worked on what I didn't finish at work, I recorded the Mavs game and made sure to record overtime so that the husband could watch it when he got home, I refilled the kid's sippy, I worked some more, I refilled the kid's sippy and changed his diaper, I worked some more, I let the dogs out and fell into bed exhausted.

My day job is stressful.  Not rocket science, but there is someone needing something all the time.  It's a lot like being at home only it carries the stress of "if I lose my shit here, I can't pay the rent next month."

There is never enough money to cover everything, and God-forbid we have an emergency.  (Like last month when there were several trips to the ER at $100 a pop).

My neck has so many knots that sometimes I can't turn my head to the side.  I'm keeping whoever manufactures off-brand ibuprofen in business.  I'm in constant physical pain from the stress.

There are not really many points in my life where I'm doing the equivalent of lounging by the pool and sipping a margarita.  I've got stuff going on almost all the time.  If it's quiet in the physical world, it's still a whirlwind in my head.

My point?  Am I moody? for sure.  Can I be bitchy?  at times.  Am I crazy?  it's possible.  But I. have. reasons.  

So, I'm very sorry if I'm not meeting your needs in whatever capacity it is I'm supposed to be meeting them for whatever our relationship is, but I'm doing the very best I can.  So, get off my back.  Immediately.  

Because if you are the next person to make me cry or cause the veins in my forehead to bulge, I'm going to blow straight through those flashing yellow caution lights and go straight to red.

Ya dig?