WAHM-O Wednesday

It's time for WAHM-O Wednesday, folks. If you want the entertaining backstory, click here. If not, the short version is this: I post a funny picture or tell a funny story about my working from home adventures, you read it and like to so much that you are inspired to sign Mr. Linky and write your own post about being a WAHM, and then you link back to me!

And then we all gather around the campfire and sing that Kumbaya song (and I really don't care if I spelled that right or not.)

Today's WAHM-O moment was brought to me courtesy of my baby sis, Pati, whom I am sure is going to kill me when she realizes I snapped a picture of her in all her sleeping glory. Truth be told, I tried avoiding being killed later by focusing on Buttercup. She's the cute one, anyway.

The story? I am busy at work trying to pitch stories to The Wall Street Journal, The Washington Post, and a variety of other publications many freelancers would die to get in to, and also trying to clean house because the inlaws are coming over tonight. So Pati decided to take a nap with Buttercup. Isn't it sweet?

WAHM-O Wednesday

Welcome to the first WAHM-O Wednesday at deadlines and diapers. And for those of ypu 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 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.



A recent WAHM-O moment found Buttercup playing with her clothes and emptrying out the baby wipes package. Note that I got concerned because she was being quiet while I was working....



Yep, she looks concerned that she was caught red-handed.



Wait. I didn't realize I cheated on my husband with Gene Simmons from KISS!?!?!? Because she apparantly makes this face often.




Remember people, she's 14-months TOMORROW and already has a mouth full of choppers. It's like 24-hour teething around here.



Hey Mom, what were you doing over there anyway? It wasn't important, was it?