What We Do for Money

Sometimes it has to be all about the Benjamins when you're a working Mama, I'm afraid. And I've lately been the proud recipient of a very large contract that has eaten my world. And most of my time. Hence the lack of posts. But as I near the end of the first major hurdle from this new client, I'd thought I'd share how far my Mama morals have sunk in the pursuit of the mortgage payment.

- Earlier this week my new client (who is on the opposite coast) called me on my cell during the frantic morning School Drop Off routine. We were in the car and I did the unthinkable. I bribed my little angels to be quiet with candy scrounged from the bottom of my purse while I took the call. Candy! At 8:30 in the morning!! After they've brushed their teeth. Clink, clink. That's the sound of two quarters dropping into the Dentistry Fund.

- Last night I caught my second wind at about 11pm, fueled by Doritos and a Pepsi, and stayed up until 2am working on a big pitch I need to give next week. This morning, the blurry-eyed Mama that I was, I threw on the same clothes from the night before and dragged my darlings to school. Wasn't until I got back to my home office that I noticed the gigantic orange Dorito dust smear on my ass. Maybe I need to layoff the Nacho Cheese variety and switch to Cool Ranch. Less visible.

- And lastly, clink, clink. That's the sound of two quarters going into the Therapy Fund. I haven't told the girls about the business trip I'm taking next week. Why face the drama today when I can put it off until Sunday and leave the fireworks for The Daddy to deal with?

Comments

[Kimberly]

Finding balance is so hard. You do what you gotta do!

[FabGirl]

BWAHAHA! OMG, this kind of stuff happens to me all the time! (Meaning the Doritos on your pants) When I'm on deadline, I've run the kids to school in my jammies, too and OF COURSE that's the day that the principal knocks on my window and asks me to help with the fun fair.