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We are two working mothers — Lauren Rose, the director of business development for Name Bubbles, and Betsy DeMars, the assistant managing editor at The Saratogian. Try as we may to be really good at both, balancing motherhood and career can get pretty messy. As professionals, work schedules and mommy schedules often collide. So, we plow through, hoping at the end of the day, our kids — Lauren's 5-year-old son and Betsy's 11-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter — know how much we love them.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Sometimes Sundays stink (literally)

I've always had a love/hate relationship with Sundays. It's still officially the weekend, but I can't help but let the mental to-do list of the upcoming week start flooding back into my brain. Plus, I know there is always a lot of prep-work to do: my son's sheet and blanket for school, replenishing snacks for his cubby and straws for his favorite yogurt drink, plus my version of "cubby snacks" - Lean Cuisines, cheese sticks and yogurt, etc. to get me through the work week with the usual routine stacked on top of that. For the record, I remembered my son's provisions and forgot my own. I'm sure that sounds like a familiar scenario to other working moms out there...

On this particular Sunday, we enjoyed a nice family dinner (including a big bowl of Edamame - a family favorite), followed by a surprisingly uneventful night time routine. I was most definitely ready for a good night's sleep in preparation for what I knew would be an over-the-top kind of week ahead.

So after being sound asleep for an hour at least, I started to toss and turn. It started out, for me at least, as an irritation. Finally, I was up trying to figure out why. "What is that smell?", I thought to myself. My husband soon joined me wide awake in the present moment. Together we announced "It's a skunk!" He got up to close our windows to stop the stench from permeating our bedroom. As I ventured out into the hallway and then our son's room, it was clear that the smell wasn't limited to our bedroom. This was a full on assault of the senses! Although I knew it wasn't likely, I wondered if the skunk had gotten INTO the house. Thankfully, no. Soon our son was up looking glassy-eyed and confused and it would take an hour (more) before I could get him settled back into bed. It was now midnight.

As far as Sundays go, this one was particularly stinky. My "monkey mind" - accompanied by skunk-scented aromatherapy - remained in planning mode until after 1:00 AM. When I woke up this morning I recalled my dream. I was herding skunks in The Saratogian offices. Hmmm...I wonder what that means?

3 Comments:

OpenID momdrobe said...

Ha ha, on Saturday AM I opened my car doors and thought I had lost a sippy of milk in it (I'm sure you've been there). I searched and searched. Finally, I opened the hatch back and found one grocery bag that I had missed when I ran to the grocery store, home to put groceries away, and back to work all in one hour (lunch hour) on Thursday afternoon. Unfortunately, the missing bag didn't contain simple things like granola bars or fruit snacks - NO - it was a party pack of chicken legs and thighs. We are still spraying Febreeze daily. I think I'd prefer skunks...

May 24, 2010 at 7:03 PM 
Blogger Media Mom Betsy said...

I have done that, too. I'm not sure why it has to be the bag with chicken that gets left behind — so gross.

I'm totally impressed with your getting the grocery shopping done over lunch hour, though!

May 25, 2010 at 10:24 AM 
Blogger Media Mom Lauren said...

I'm with Betsy, your lunch hour shopping trip is impressive! The chicken left in the back of the car, not so much. I'm not sure I'd prefer skunk over rotting chicken, but I'll gladly take your word for it.

June 1, 2010 at 1:30 AM 

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