Last week my son was sick so I stayed home from work with him. I had such grand visions of all the things that I would accomplish on my day as a stay at home mom.
I have always fancied that if I stayed at home my house would be so clean and I’d be so fit and cute all the time. Maybe I’d wear a little black track suit to go pick my son up from school (with Starbucks in hand) after my book club at Barnes and Noble. I’d also work on volunteering at the school and Fridays would be the day I ran copies for teachers in the workroom. On those days I’d wear skinny jeans and a hip scarf with some jewelry I got from my neighbor who sells Silpada. Scary how detailed the fantasy was.