[I currently have 8 minutes to finish this post and get on the road to make it to work by 12:30---to continue my day until who knows what time tonight---to bring home the bacon, etc]
I've been a working mother now 7 months. I eat less vegetables.
I spend more time with my co-workers than with anyone else, including my daughter and husband.
I feel more comfortable in our finances, and feel happiness with the fact that financially we're not in a hole (anymore).
I have 1 hour to eat.
I don't work out at the gym. Nothing. No exercise except for the 50 squats I secretly do when I wake up or if I skip the morning, before I go to sleep. These 50 squats do nothing but help me pretend like my butt isn't sagging from endless hours of sitting at a desk.
I try to write.
I try to think.
I try to read.
I try to be patient with my family.
I try to be a better woman.
I sometimes do not succeed, and sometimes I do.