The kids have gone to the park with daddy. The house is completely silent. What shall I do? Read a book? Watch tv? Chores? Pack? Take a nap? Bake some brownies? Ahh. So many choices.
No. None of that. I’ll take a shower, slap on some semi-decent clothes that hopefully aren’t covered in cat hair, throw some tuna and mayo together and make a mad dash for the train that will take me to my dead end job to work a ten hour shift.
Ah. The life of a working mom. Bet you’re jealous.