The phone rang at 5:30 this morning.
I worked from 6:30 to 2.
Helped Mama move stuff around in Busha & Bucka's garage.
Got home 5 minutes before the FarmHands got off the bus.
Baked & decorated cookies for B.B.'s class tomorrow.
Washed my table cloth.
Washed my van.
Folded 3 loads of laundry.
Loaded & ran dishwasher.
Made pizza for the FarmHands.
Is this what it's like to be a working mother?