The constant companion throughout my day is guilt. Guilt that I’m so tired and draggy in the mornings, the only time I spend with my daughter. Guilt when my husband calls in the afternoon to say hello while they’re walking the dogs and I’m stuck behind a desk. Guilt when I know he’s bathing her and kissing her good night and I’m not there to smooth back her curls, tickle her neck and tuck her little Miss Mouse stuffed animal in by her side.How do working moms do it?
That's what I'm babbling about today.
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