tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013162994458639471.post1553037029030320288..comments2023-10-10T06:21:39.339-07:00Comments on My Constant Chaos: Working Mother IdentityAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11844488284568045254noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013162994458639471.post-6752717982226548642012-05-08T06:01:00.000-07:002012-05-08T06:01:00.000-07:00Ouch. Yes, you have an extra layer! I can offer no...Ouch. Yes, you have an extra layer! I can offer no assistance- but we can do our own play dates!!Kerihttp://laderamom.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013162994458639471.post-48868270313330338892012-05-08T04:57:02.000-07:002012-05-08T04:57:02.000-07:00I can totally see that coming from co-workers. Bu...I can totally see that coming from co-workers. But, since I work from home, my "happy hour" invitations are from my family, who usually gets hungry at 3:45. Since I don't get invitations from co-workers, I don't miss them.<br><br>I mostly have a hard time fitting in with the stay at home moms from school. You can tell who they are. They're so clickish, always standing out front in their cute outfits chatting, going to get coffee, heading to tennis, meeting on school holidays for playdates. I, on the otherhand, screach into the parking lot, get out, hussle in, sign in, back out to the car in under 5. Yes, I know that I may look like the rude one, but I have work to get to, and I can't spend 20 minutes gabbing in the parking lot. Would it kill any of them to say hi, or to even smile back as I'm rushing past with a quick "good morning?"Jennynoreply@blogger.com