WAHM-O Wednesday

Welcome to WAHM-O Wednesday at deadlines and diapers. And for those of you who missed the bus this morning, WAHM is the acronym for Work at Home Mom. (But we're counting dads here, too.)

And WAHM-O is my clever little play-on-words that I am convinced is still making you chuckle. Do not pop my bubble of hope. It's really all I have to hold on to.

So here's the deal. I work from home and know that a lot of you do, too. I also know that many of you who do not work from home think we who do have it super easy and really have no reason to bitch.

After all, we make our own schedules, decide our own work-dress-code (mine is yoga pants and a comfy T-shirt), don't have to deal with asshole bosses or idiot co-workers stuck on sharing every detail of their love life during your frantic 15-minute lunch-break, and never have to deal with the pain in the ass rush-hour traffic which can try a nun's nerves.

But let me enlighten all of you. Sure, this is a great gig for those of us whose work allows for the WAHM-O effect. Especially if we have kids! I get to spend all day with Buttercup and watch her grow, which is a blessing in and of itself.

But it's also a curse. Ever try making a phone call to an important client with a teething toddler screaming in the background? Or how about trying to schedule a phone interview for a week in advance, tempting fate to kick you upside the head as you try to futily (that's a word, right?)guess your baby's preferred napping times for that given day (don't worry, you'll be wrong. So just throw out a number.)And then there's letting your child destroy the house as you desperately work on deadline, figuring that it will be easier to peel dried spaghetti off the walls later (it kept them quiet, right?)than it would be to tell your client the assigment was late because the kids decided to sabatoge your professional career and reputation.

Sure, and the dog ate your homework, too.

WAHM-O Wednesday is the day for all of us WAHMO parents to share the funny, the sweet, and the "What the hell did I sign up for" moments.

So come on, share the truth. Give it to us straight. Write up a post, add some pictures, and have your way with Mr. Linky. And please, don't just link to your blog; write your own WAHM-O Wednesday post, linking back to me, and share it with the world!


So here's the WAHM-O Wendesday moment of truth for this week's installment. I like to call it: What happens when Mommy's busy on the laptop and leaves Buttercup alone with the yogurt and a spoon.