Being a mom is tough. I know, the cliche is: “Toughest job you’ll ever love.” And that’s true. Being a mom plumbs depths of love and patience that I did not even suspect I had.
Being a work-outside-the-home mom has its own special stressors. For me, it feels like trying to do too much with too little, every day, all day. (With the exception of that love thing I mentioned earlier. Patience, oh, yeah; that comes in short order on some days — or at least moments of some days — the worst of them.)
Being a work-outside-the-home mom with sick kids is its own pit of despair and stress.
And I’m in that pit today.