...and then it hit me. . .

I've often wondered what makes one think that their world is interesting enough to warrant a blog; today, as I ran down 4 flights of steps with a a pre-made veggie burger in my right hand, a client-laden mobile phone in my left ear, a bottle of expressed milk in the crook of my elbow, a purse/diaper bag/milk pump thrown over my shoulder (only to reach the car and realize I'd actually FORGOTTEN something)-- it hit me : The life and times of a working mommy is nothing, NOTHING, I say, if not interesting. In fact, it's actually, dare I say it, somewhat entertaining...a daily exploration into hyper-tasking and "bizarre trade offs I never thought I'd have to make."

Sooooo, if you've ever wiped newly discovered spittle from a garment just prior to a presentation, changed a toxic-level diaper while making a phone pitch, or actually contemplated passing the sound of the milk-pump off as "just construction outside" so that you could have a voice in that ever-important conference call (nooo, I didn't , but I thought it) . . . then welcome to my WOMMY world, please come along for the ride. Add a pinch of worker, a dash of mommy, a twist of sleep deprivation and, voila, you have a wommy. Shaken with a little sarcasm. . .never stirred please.