Before I had Vince I wondered how life would be as a work-at-home slash stay-at-home Mom. Because of the internet and the sparkly world portrayed in the blogosphere I seriously thought it would be something like this: me sitting at my computer in a cute outfit with a cute top bun and my cute hipster glasses, windows open, French music playing, coffee and avocado toast, editing photos and humming along…oh, and an adorable baby cooing behind me playing with all wooden toys, occasionally looking over to make sure I was still there.
What a douche I am.
BIG NOPE. Unless you have a staff of baby loving interns, a take-it-or-leave-it attitude towards vital life shit like eating and sleeping, paid childcare or a prescription for speed, you don’t work slash stay-at-home mom. You Mom. Or you work.
I’m learning that the hard way and trying to squeeze projects for friends and clients in while Vince takes one of his famous 20 minute naps.
All the veteran moms are tossing their heads back laughing at me. It’s cool. I’m a rookie.
Loveyoubye! xo MAGS