Because your calendar looks like this.
You get a call that your oldest kiddo is looking like this.
And so you drop everything and hope people understand. You ask your coworker to take on more than they were supposed to (thanks, Jill). And juggle and rearrange and hope you aren't forgetting anything and are thankful you have a Mom who can help out. And you go pick up your sick kid.
Then you spend the afternoon in dress socks and suit pants, with your laptop on your lap, watching MonsterQuest, editing documents, making peanutbutter and banana sandwiches, multitasking, simultaneously answering emails and questions like, "Mom, do you believe in monsters?" And holding tissues for your kid to blow his nose.
All before heading back out to work. Don't worry, I'll wash my hands before I head back to tonight's meeting.
Ah, the glamorous life of the working mom.
