Cheers to juggling the many balls we do all dam day as working mothers and …. a bigger cheers for all the dropped balls that we have to go back last minute and scramble to fix while trying to do it…
…shit’s always gonna break…. And duct tape works ….
Like a bawse…
Cheers to making pigs fly in a work environment filled with our egotistical male colleagues, making over-inflated promises of what we can actually deliver on … And .. a bigger cheers for how quickly and efficiently we re-direct their verbal diarrhea to deliver on excellence while watching them take all the credit…
Like a bawse..
Cheers to the online math practice – ‘that some teacher thinks is important for children to learn how to process shit in their heads without scrap paper’- homework that we get our kiddos through… And ..a bigger cheers to the wasted hours of your life trying to explain a math concept that you also still don’t get at age 46 – and never once used in your real life. Teaching kids compromise, discretion, time management and how to prioritize is an important life skill …. and you’re a stellar role model making time for it all…
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Cheers to the incessant toys that seem to live in every freaking open space of your house … And a bigger cheers to the five black garbage bags that now live in a dark corner of your garage or basement with all those toys – no kid needs so many things anyway.. you’re rocking this clean up shit …
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Cheers to the meal order decisions (uhhh… I mean preparation from scratch) that you manage all day everyday… And ….a bigger cheers to every fast food and delivery service that exists … Even Buddha suggests fasting is a really cleansing process for the soul. Yep…
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Cheers to the fashionista wardrobe you now rock as a working mother for it is not everyone who can work a style using only the same 6 outfits you’ve had for the past 7 years and have it seem fresh and sexy and professional at the same time… And.. a bigger cheers to the early morning bus / school drop off outfit that we pull on every morning in a haze of deep sleep and mental fog…. Can’t no body tell us these aren’t the fifty shades of grey sex life we all dreamed of having as adults…
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Cheers to our girls.. the friends who remind us we do matter and that “this too shall pass”… and a bigger cheers for late night texts, calls and laughing so hard until we cry when we turn our sad sad lives into living comedy shows to remind ourselves we truly are wonder-woman… And yes, we deserve a medal for each and every minute that passes as we handle our shit…
Like a bawse.
