The Juice is Worth the Squeeze

Surely you all know what the ‘squeeze’ is.  We all have the squeeze!  It’s getting everybody dressed and where they’re supposed to be on time.  It’s dealing with broken stuff, messes, boo-boos, sib fights and telemarketing calls from the minute you walk in the door at night – all while still wearing your work clothes (because who has time to change right?).  It’s figuring out who’s doing what and  driving where when on weeks when one spouse has to go to the airport and be gone a whole week.  Then there’s grocery getting.  And family get-togethers.  And illnesses and…. Squeeze squeeze squeeze.

We’ve had a lot of squeeze this year.  I had bronchitis for months on end.  The baby was sick for 2 non-consecutive weeks which sucked all my sick leave away (bye-bye!). Hubs was gone for 2 whole non-consecutive weeks.   We spent thousands on stupid car repairs.  Our dog died.  We had several days that were dominated by poop, pee, vomit and blood.  Hubs and I got annoyed with each other more than usual.  Other stuff happened.  Squeeze at times felt more like boa constrictor suffocation.

But then there’s the juice.  Ahhhh the juice.  We usually get a little juice every day – those moments when the heavens seem to open up and despite the crap that’s going on, love rules and we bask in it.  This week has been very little squeeze with lots of juice.  All has been right in this working mom world.  Behaving kids.  Very satisfying accomplishments at work.  Good-enough marital bliss.  Minimal poop, pee and blood.

This is my way of saying – sometimes in working mom world, life just is.  I have nothing to examine in my working mama life this week because the juice has been flowing and I’m just drinking it up!  Here’s wishing you a cup that floweth over.

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