Easter Reminded Me of the Miracles That Are My Children

Greetings from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Things have been busy. I am still a working mom of three, working full time who is trying to make a difference. I do a lot of things and try to be present so that I can learn from them. I share them on this blog so that we can learn together. Below are some thoughts, hacks, and/or lessons that I have learned from navigating my world. Below is a tale of my road to becoming the mother of three. It was a road filled with joys and disappointments. However, I wouldn't giving nothing for my journey now. Here's to embracing every step of the journey, even the painful ones, and embracing the lessons learned along the way.

Celebrating Memorial Day Weekend

A Memorial Day Photo circa 2015


As a "mommy blogger", I am always simultaneously living my life and composing blog posts. Seriously, since my life is the fodder for this blog and informs the tips that I post to help other working moms, I live a dual existence of experiencing things and editing them at the same time. I've been doing it so long that it comes naturally to me. And I generally don't question it. That said, there are times when even this experienced blogger can't do it, like the past three days.


In the past three days, my daughter has had two ballet performances at one of the most prestigious downtown theaters. Those performances required hair and makeup, which meant mommy was fully engaged. She wanted to celebrate her feat with a cookout, which meant entertaining. And there were also two other children to tend to. Thank God for my mother who took the two older kids with her for a couple days after the performances.

As luck would have it, as soon as she left, the baby decided to have a full fledged GI event replete with watery stool and vomit, all of which landed on mommy. As any mom knows, when your baby is sick, it is as if time stops. So, since I am still experiencing it, I have no helpful tips except this one. Working moms need to develop a support system. That way, when s--t hits the fan, you're not standing all alone in a pool of combo vomit and poop without anybody else to hold the baby while you shower!

For a link to other Memorial Day posts, click here.

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