I can’t speak for other bloggers, but here’s an unspoken tidbit about the risk we take each time we hang our lives out to dry here with each post. We’re always tossing around just how nakedly honest we’re allowed to be with ourselves and then everyone else. Today was just one of those “To post or Not to post” moments.
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This week I was home with the kids who are on winter break. It took me three days to resist many a working mommy outburst to stay cerebral while flipping to the Noggin channel for the upteenth time. I resisted everything: changing diapers, throwing the garbage, wiping down the couches from those “oh so not stain safe” magic markers. During each mommy meltdown I obsessed: “I’m better than this. I’m better than this. I’m better than this!”
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Then after a game of snowball play today, I looked up at the crisp sunsetting sky and thought “Wow, I’m having an amazing time staying home today”. Suddenly the drone of my day-to-day routine sucked me in cold.
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Don’t get me wrong, I still look forward to post 9pm when I get “me” time all over again, but today I couldn’t figure out why I ever resisted these fleeting magical moments with my kids (and they are fleeting). When we’re well into our eighties, we’ll ask ourselves this question again!
I’m proud to say this upward career gal finally woke up not missing work. Plus technically, I had put my noggin to work with this frosty masterpiece —>
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Who knew? 
