Topic: sarah jessica parker mom

I almost dropped dead from shock the other week at the gym. A friend of a friend came up to me, asked if the kids are enjoying school, if my job is working out for me, if she’ll be seeing me at that party next week (the one we tired working moms schlep to because proceeds go to charity). Yes, yes and yes, I told her. “Wow,” she said. “And now here you are at the gym. I don’t know how you do it!”

I had to laugh. Had this woman seen me a mere 15 minutes earlier, surely she would have had me committed or, at the very least, staged an intervention. She would have found me at home, struggling to get out the door, screaming at my kids, tears streaming down my face as I searched frantically for my yoga mat. She would have heard me cry to hubby: “I am not superhuman! I just don’t get how I’m supposed to get out the door and to Bikram when the kids clearly want me and I still have two more posts to write today before midnight and we have zero food in our fridge?!”

In an attempt to be nice, he’d tell me that that’s life, that I have to prioritize, to which I’d lose my shit More »