partum me mama buttonI am very behind schedule with this post.  I am looking at the computer screen through two little bloodshot, tired slits that are supposed to be my eyes because I haven’t slept more than 5 hours each night for the last week.   The positive side to sleep deprivation is that my scattered thoughts make a great list post!  So I give you a snapshot of the thoughts that have gone through my sleep-deprived brain in the last week or so.

1) Terrible Twos?  More like Terrible-with-the-occasional-hilarious-incident-that-makes-it-all-worth-it twos!  Picture this.  Two inexperienced parents take their strong-willed toddler (coincidentally named Charlie) to the grocery store on a Sunday morning.  The mistake they make is failing to release the child into the wilds of the local playground for an hour or so before trying to shove him into a shopping cart to roll around Wegman’s.  What results is a meltdown of epic proportions.  The well-meaning father takes Charlie outside to the parking lot to continue with the flailing and screaming while the mother finishes the shopping trip.  Once everyone reunites outside, the parents struggle to force a ballistic little ball of crazy into the car seat. In the midst of the battle, the mother and father catch each other’s eyes from across the back seat of the family SUV and they stop – to laugh hysterically.  The parents understand that it might not be so funny if it happened again, so this weekend – no playground, no Costco.

2) Take me to your leader – when your schedule allows.  Have you heard of the term “The Cult of Busy?”  It is used to describe the growing number of people who always seem to be dashing from one thing to another. You know, the folks who take a week to return an email and the first line of their reply is always, “I’m so sorry – I’ve just been so swamped!”  They are constantly talking about how tired/overworked/crazed they are. The use of the term implies that a person possesses an overinflated sense of importance.  It also indicates that the person using the term is about as annoying as those people who brag about how they don’t own a television.  If there is a “Cult of Busy,” there is an equally ridiculous “Cult of I’ve Simplified My Life So Much Better Than You Have and It Means I’m Smarter Than You.”

If there is truly a “Cult of Busy” than I am officially declaring myself its esteemed leader.  Because you know what?  I really am freakin’ busy.

Other cult members may feel the need exhaustively list all the things that classify them as members of the cult, but as the new leader, I am officially declaring that all busy people need not ever justify themselves again.  I am a mother, I am a wife, I have a job that is also a career, and I like to do lots of different things.  Therefore, I am busy.  Unashamedly.  So get back to watching that Netflixed season of Shameless on your iPad while talking about how stupid it is to own a television, and feel good about your leisurely lifestyle, because I have things to do.  And I’m proud of it.

3) I have one message for young college graduates and job seekers – Most job applications (even in the elite corporate world) are done electronically, these days.  If your dream job requires you to fill out an online application and it gives you the opportunity to upload a cover letter and resume, make sure you upload both. I’ve hired people with typos in their resumes.  I’ve hired people who didn’t wear a suit to the interview.  I’ve even hired people who talked with their mouths full during an interview lunch.  But I have never hired someone who didn’t think it was important enough to write me a cover letter.  It is your job to tell me how the experience listed in bullet points on your resume translates into the perfect experience for a job, not the other way around.  And you better tailor that letter for my job, and for me.  If I see “Dear Sir or Madam,”  you are dead in the water.  This is the internet.  Figure out who your boss might be – even if you take an educated guess, I’ll give that more credit than “Sir or Madam.”  And try to wear a suit, k?

4) If you don’t watch the television show Scandal, you need to do a Netflix catchup and then join the rest of us.  Olivia Pope is one of the most complex female characters to hit the airwaves in a while.  Is the show a 100% realistic portrayal of life in our nation’s capital? No.  But she’s sleeping with the President, for goodness sake.  Isn’t that enough?!?!

5) Read this.

Enjoy your day and remember: stay busy!  Or don’t.  That’s cool, too.



Laura is mommy to Charlie, who was born in April 2011. If you are in Philadelphia and spot a woman on the bus who is balancing an active toddler and the largest canvas tote that L.L. Bean makes, you've probably spotted her. Always up for a challenge, Laura enjoys her day job as a fundraiser, cooking healthy meals at home for her family, and her new workout hobby - running.

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  1. 1.
    Janet W.

    Sounds like my grandson and your child are both suffering from the terrible 2s! It happens… and they will grow out of it.

  2. 2.
    Vickie Couturier

    when my kids were small I heard about the terrible Two’s an it was true,but the God awful three’s were just as bad, good luck

  3. 3.
    Arlene S.

    Oh, #2, I am with you. LOL! Busy busy busy! As for #1, luckily my daughter didnt go through that terrible 2 phase (more like fearsome 4?), but my son might be the one to teach me what terrible 2’s are really about, and I am afraid. Very afraid.

  4. 4.

    Maybe I just don’t like babies — as my older kid enters year 4, nothing so far has been as bad as that first year of no sleep.

    Two may be “terrible,” but I don’t think there’s a word strong enough for that first year.

  5. 5.

    So wait…the terrible twos aren’t about twins? 😛

    Yeah, first year and a half was horrible, then we were amazed by what they learned every day…then…some days they amaze us, some days they exhaust all our energy, but it only keeps on getting better!

  6. 6.

    Hahaha. I tell you, I feel like my 14-month old is giving some of that a run for its money. Oye.

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