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Hi.

When I became a mom, I searched for a blog that resonated with every part of me: the nerdy kid, the ansty teenage feminist, the wayward 20-something, the ambitious career woman, the writer, the traveler, the wife, and yes, the mother. I couldn’t find that blog, so I wrote it. Welcome.

Sick days are a working mom's worst fear

Sick days are a working mom's worst fear

Fun fact: he threw up everywhere right after I took this. (My kid, not the bear). I dropped my phone just in time to save it from the spew.

Sick days are no fun, for them or for us. As a working mom, nothing makes my heart sink like seeing the daycare number pop up on my phone in the middle of the day. Yesterday I walked out of a full morning of meetings to see I had two voicemails from the school, one on my cell and one on my office phone. Then a text from my husband, who’d been their third call.

Let’s process that for a minute. He. Was. Their. Third. Call. Out of two parents, he didn’t even make the top two. This happens to every mom I know. It also used to happen to Ruth Bader Ginsburg, resident Supreme Court badass--you may have heard of her.

Her response to the school?

“This child has two parents. Please alternate calls. It's his father's turn.”

So, moms, the next time we get the call, let’s take a page from RBG’s book. Dads are parents too.

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When mom needs a sick day

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Belonging...finally

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