Today I'm a working mom.
Working to take care of a Squish who woke with a nasty stomach last night and is spending her day curled up on the couch. Tending to some chores that have been neglected for a bit too long. Reading the same SkippyJon Jones book to one silly little man who laughs at the same places every time. Making plans for an upcoming party I'm helping to throw. Working my body into a healthier state despite the freezing temps outside or the fact that my muscles have yet to forgive Jillian for what she did to me yesterday. Figuring out what to make for dinner that will leave everyone happy. And satisfied. Planning the upcoming weekend with some very special visitors. Keeping myself busy by making yet another scarf that I will wear far too often. Making arrangements to move an event I'm passionate about to an even better location. Emailing those that have the answers I need and praying it all works out.
None of it is all that important. Most of it could be done by someone else. But this is the stuff of my Thursday and I want to remember how it feels to be a woman who does when I get bogged down and forget my purpose. Because even though it doesn't seem like I'm doing all that much, I am.
Today I'm a working mom. And it sort of rocks.