Dear Co-Workers...No, I wasn't late to the meeting this morning because I got stuck in traffic. I was late because it's sometimes really hard to make a 9am meeting when I have mommy duties for my 2 year old.
Sometimes we're ready to go out the door and everything is going as planned and then he spills milk all down the front of him. Or all down the front of me. Sometimes he's had a rough night and he sleeps in later than usual, and I can't bring myself to wake him up. (I admit, I may put my child's sleep needs above work tasks, but not above you, Mr. Director or Mr. VP.)
Or maybe he's extra clingy when I drop him off at day care, wrapping both arms and both legs around mine and only being consoled when I sit and play trains with him for a few minutes. Or maybe it's like today: He was pretty distraught that his surfer shirt was dirty (he's already worn it twice this school week...and it's only Thursday), and I don't think he believed me that it was in the laundry. So he completely pulled out the drawers to his dresser and dumped all of his clothes on the floor, trying to find his favorite shirt. Sorry, Buddy. Let's do laundry tonight and you can wear it tomorrow.
So dear co-workers, I love you and all, but know that I might be a few minutes late to the morning meetings. Yes, I'm fully committed to my job. But don't be jealous -- this little boy and my role as Mommy has a bigger spot in my heart (even with the spilled milk, rough nights, and more).
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