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When staying at home is not an option: A working mom’s frustration

Have you ever been so tired, had too much on your mind and so much work to do that you wonder how you’ll muster up the energy to get through the day? That was how I felt recently and to make matters worse, I overheard our receptionist talking with a client in the lobby. They were talking about kids. Client: “How is Kendra doing? How is her baby?” Receptionist: “She is doing great! Her little one is 13 months old already and his first birthday was a hit.” Client: “Do you have kids?” Receptionist: “Yes, I have three. They are all grown now but I was able to stay home with them throughout their younger years.” Client: “Oh, that’s nice.” Receptionist: “Yeah, I just didn’t want a babysitter or anyone else raisin...

Reminder to all Working Parents: You’re doing a great job!

Today I wanted to give a shout out to all of the working moms and dads out there that are making it happen every. single. day. Here’s to you busting your hump at work then getting home to do the same there too. Here’s to taking crap on the job (figuratively) and the parents of babies cleaning up crap at home (literally). Here’s to long hours, unrealistic demands, and crappy pay. Oh, and the same goes for at work too. Here’s to the grind… Early alarm seeming like a cruel joke, get everyone out the door, daycare drop off, commute, zombie at work masterly productive at work, daycare pickup, commute home, dinner, countdown to bedtime, small window for rest, lights out.  Rinse and Repeat. Here’s to kissing your spouse goodbye and wish...

Hello Working World, Remember Me? A Denver mom’s reluctant return

Growing up, all I wanted was to be a mom. It was the answer I gave whenever someone asked what I wanted to do with my life. Even through college, honestly. I had a terrible time picking a major because no career path drew me in the way motherhood did. Of course I knew the pay was nonexistent so dutifully went to college and chose a theatre major because it was the only thing I could stand doing with my time. If I had to work, I guessed I wouldn’t be miserable working in theatre, biding my time until I got my big break in the parenting world. Then reality hit when my husband and I were ready to start our family. After a handful of years sticking my feet in stage doors, I found myself happy and comfortable in a reasonably secure theatre job in New York City. Without noticing I was settled in...

Working Mom Moments: My kids are always with me

“Rooooaaaar.” The first sound I hear from my toddler as he wakes up in the cold, dark morning. It isn’t a loud or ferocious “roar,” it is a faint whisper. I let him carry on for a bit as I move as fast as I can to finish getting myself ready for work. I finish applying my make-up and I listen intently to my boy’s imagination come to life at this very early hour. There is a full rendition of the A, B, C’s, more roaring, then out of nowhere he starts singing “Happy Birthday.” 

The New J-O-B: Defined by Innovative Denver Moms

There is something about your youngest heading off to kindergarten. It makes you feel as if you will suddenly have time on your hands. It fills your head with ideas about working out again, reading again, taking up a hobby, and of course, going back to work. We too once wore lipstick and shoes with heels that click-clicked down long marble hallways. We used to close our office door when we needed to think. We had lunch meetings. We strategized and launched businesses, wrote white papers and crunched numbers for annual reports. We hired and fired people who did our bidding. Despite the high heels, we climbed corporate ladders… some to glass ceilings, which we sometimes broke. We put in hours and hours at the office, with our next promotion always top of mind. Then we took time off while our...

How to Balance It All (Yes, It’s Possible!)

Supposing all priorities were created equal, your day may look something like this: 4 hours at work, 4 hours with kids, 4 hours for hubs, 4 hours blogging, 4 hours for me; and 4 hours for sleep. But guess what? All priorities are not equal. Plus,

Is Your Volunteering Truly Benefiting Your Child?

When I was growing up, my mom was always involved in our elementary school. She was active in the PTA, served as president and worked as a teacher’s aide in my later years. I enjoyed having my mom be a part of my education and visible in the school. This left such an impact on me that I am now involved in my daughters’ school. Like my mom, I am active, but work to give my children space to be themselves and find their own place without their mother hovering. Unlike my mom, I work outside the home. Also unlike my mom, I do not participate in the PTA directly, but help out in other capacities. I help in the classroom, fill Friday folders, act as room parent, organize the science fair and sit on the school improvement committee. I also ran a science club last fall. After that list...

Stay-at-homers or working moms: do you ever envy the other side?

The thing about moms who work outside their homes is that we love to hate the moms who don’t. Not as individuals. But as a demographic of nameless, faceless minivan drivers toward whom we direct a venomous mix of resentment, bewilderment and envy. We spot them in their workout clothes and tell ourselves their days must be so mindless. Every time we mooch their graham crackers, every time we borrow their Handi Wipes and every time we ask them, last minute, to cover for us in carpools, we’re reminded of our own half measures. What a waste of talent and ambition, we try to convince ourselves, congratulating ourselves on our choices. I write this after having spent a week off living like a stay-at-homer. For the first time ever, I got to linger among the moms after drop-off at day ...