Last week I was very busy with different non-baby related projects (hence no blogging). I cannot go into details about these projects for the moment but let’s just say that I have my fingers in too many pies and by the end of the year either scenario could take place: – I will be ableContinue reading “Working Mama: how many is really a crowd?”
Category Archives: Working Mama
Working mama: to all the Betty Suarez of the world
When I first discovered Betty, I felt like a firecracker on a 4th of July. Finally, I had found someone in the TV world I could perhaps relate to. I always fantasized myself as a Sydney Bristow (from the JJ Abrams’ show, Alias) because she seriously kicked ass, called Victor Garber ‘Dad’ and …, wasContinue reading “Working mama: to all the Betty Suarez of the world”
kar·ma /ˈkärmə/ Noun 1. (in Hinduism and Buddhism) The sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in… 2. Destiny or fate, following as effect from cause. When I closed the door on my kids’ face to rush to some networking drinks, I had a weird feelingContinue reading “Karma-sutra”
Working mama: no milk, seriously?
Tuesday was a glimpse of what my life as a working mama would probably look like. The ‘yeah’ moments: – Feeling that my brain is wired enough to carry through projects that last longer than the time between two diaper changes or two naps. – Getting showered before 11am – Barricading myself in my bedroom/officeContinue reading “Working mama: no milk, seriously?”
Working mama: Friend of Friend
Shut up Just shut up Shut up [3x] Shut it up, just shut up Shut up Just shut up Shut up [3x] Shut it up, just shut up [Chorus] We try to take it slow But we’re still losing control And we try to make it work But it still ends up the worst AndContinue reading “Working mama: Friend of Friend”
Working mama: mojo, mojo where are thou?
When I decided that this year would be the one I would go back to the work world, I was ecstatic. Of course, it only lasted the time of drinking my morning cafe au lait and looking at my tired eyes in the mirror of my wardrobe . Truth to be told, with L’s snortContinue reading “Working mama: mojo, mojo where are thou?”