A Secret to Working Mom Success: Give Yourself Grace

Me at the White House The other evening I had to attend a board meeting followed by a reception. I participated in the board meeting on the phone. However, I arrived for the reception in person. I was starving. So, I was glad to see that there was quite a spread laid out for our enjoyment. I wound up being the first person in the line to get food.

A Secret to Working Mom's Success: Stay Focused

A calm day...


Greetings from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Things have been busy. I am still a working mom of three, working full time who is trying to make a difference. I do a lot of things and try to be present so that I can learn from them. I share them on this blog so that we can learn together. Below are some thoughts, hacks, and/or lessons that I have learned from navigating my world.

Today's lesson was, stay focused.


(This post was in the archives and not posted but the lessons remain salient.)

Like most working moms, I get by through a series of decisions.  

Sometimes I am jealous of the bloggers who seem to have their lives staged to create blog posts that portray their lives as full of family, fun, punctuated by great fashion sense. Not only is my life not staged, my life keeps lifeing, and surprises, hiccups, and accidents occur. I don't know about other bloggers but that is how my life rolls. 

If you follow me on social media you may be thinking. She generally looks put together and does some cool things. And that is true. My life does have its fair share of glossy images and cool things. And when my posts portray that life, it is my truth at that moment. That said, my life sometimes includes endless piles of laundry, incomplete things to-do lists, and exploding eggs...

Today while upstairs getting my kids ready for the day I heard an animal rummaging down below. I instantly went into "super mommy mode". I projected confidence and strength and went to investigate. I couldn't let the kids know how terrified I was about what I might find. The truth is, some people love animals and I tolerate them. So, believing that an uninvited one was in my kitchen tops my list of worst things that could possibly happen.

When I got downstairs, instead of finding an animal I found a pot sizzling, eggs that had exploded, and the smell of burnt eggs. Then, I remembered. Before deciding to get the kids ready, I decided to boil eggs for our nightly salad. Well, I burnt the eggs. They exploded and stunk up the house.

There really isn't more to say except, sometimes, "Exploding Eggs" happen.

Better luck next time!





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