Camps – Tales From a WOHM
I have been a full-time work-out-of-the-home mother for almost six years, so you would think I have it all under control by now.
WOHM
Nights are long
7:30pm – Put Rowan in the swing. Turn it to level three, turn on the music, turn on the lights and mobile, stand on one leg, wish on a star, and sell my soul in hopes he will actually fall asleep.
How many days?
I’ve spent a lot of time in the lobbies of various medical professionals in the last two weeks. And the common question is “awww, he’s so new, how many days old is he?” It’s always fun to watch reactions when I say “seven weeks.” Some people don’t seem to find that odd, and some look really surprised.