One Secret to Success as a Working Mom: Remember Kids Will Be Kids

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At Atria's I have SO many incomplete blog posts that it's laughable. They're incomplete because I'll start writing them and then life happens. They're incomplete because in between my inspiration for the post and editing it, I realized that I had a sponsored post to complete. They're incomplete because some national event took precedence. They're incomplete because I realized that we needed milk, eggs, or some other essential and I just forgot about it. There are so many explanations about why they're incomplete that I could devote an entire series of posts to that. Instead, I'd like to share a post from several years ago about how my kids messed up my grandmother's birthday dinner...
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Things we do when we’re alone...

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It might just be me. But put me in a dressing room and with a mirror and some good music and I start dancing!

So, last month I was at Barney’s in San Francisco trying on outrageously priced clothes and it hit me. I look pretty cute in a $3,000 dress. Since it wasn't leaving me the store with me I decided that I should rock it one time for old time sake. The music was hip hop. It had a strong beat and there was rapper instructing me to move. And so I did.

Right there in the dressing room in that high falutin’ Prada dress I got a little ghetto with it.

Then I remembered that I couldn’t afford the dress. So, I just started to sway. I couldn’t risk any sweat marks in the dress. They might make me buy it. And a little fun wasn’t worth that price. Still, I was in my own world. I could see myself in that dress, dancing at an event with some handsome man. The vision was clear. I was the belle of the ball. And, I was H-O-T!!!

Then, a knock on the door by the sales woman brought me back to reality. Even though I had come back to earth I realized that I had just received a gift. I was a star for a moment. And, it didn’t even cut into my fifteen minutes of fame!
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