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The End of My WAHM/SAHM Season

The End of My WAHM/SAHM Season

This isn’t really an announcement so much as it is an explanation. Back in March 2012, I opted out of the workforce, leaving my job as director of communications for a statewide non-profit to stay home with my girls (then ages 10 months and two years). I’ve chronicled the ups, the downs, my insecurities andRead More

Hi-Ho Hi-Ho, It’s Back to Work I Go?

Hi-Ho Hi-Ho, It’s Back to Work I Go?

When I left full-time employment seven months ago to stay home with my girls (ages 3.5 and 1.5 now) I knew I’d return to the workplace…someday. I even knew it might not last much more than six months, since our budget is tight. And while we’re very careful (aka stingy) with our money, the “little dips”Read More

SAHM: My Six-Month Review

SAHM: My Six-Month Review

Was it really just six months ago that I walked into my boss’s office, closed the door, and spoke the words I never thought I’d say? I’m really sorry, but I’m leaving. I’m going to stay home with my girls. It’s just something that I need to do.  I was dreading that encounter, but sheRead More

Tips for Taking Your Toddler to Work

Tips for Taking Your Toddler to Work

Every great once in a while, it happens. You have an important client meeting, one that you’d rather not reschedule, and your childcare plans fall through. Now what? You could call and beg and plead with everyone you know to sit on your kid for awhile, but you did that last week, and you’re outRead More

Let’s Carpe the Heck out of this Diem!

Let’s Carpe the Heck out of this Diem!

For every stay-at-home-mom who’s complaining on her blog about her lack of appreciation (ahem, like me), there’s another mom sitting in a cubicle, dreaming of spending time with her little ones. She glances over at their faces in the 5×7 frame, and counts the hours and minutes until she can ooze into her front doorRead More

Workout Barbies, Masking Tape Babies and the Mom in Between

There she was, in real life, tall, bottle blonde, tan and wearing spandex as it was meant to be worn. She had pep in her step, pearls for teeth and a perkiness that indicated silicone (if you catch my drift). She emerged from the church carefree and unburdened as I was walking in with aRead More