There is a delicate balance between working and mothering. I don't know how women do it when they have their kids home with them all the time. I typically try to (as best as I can) separate the two... and by separate, I mean shipping my kids to school and daycare for a good portion of the day (Oh yeah, I know I'm a shoe in for Mother-of-the-Year using phrases like "shipping my kids to daycare"). Last night however, my two worlds collided. I had both kids home with me, Jay was still at work and I had a late conference call scheduled for 5:00 PM. In my book, that is the worst time to have a call; 5-7 PM at my house is what I call the witching hours. The kids are hungry; they want to play; they want to watch TV, etc.
So right as I dialed in to the conference call, Jack informs me he has to go potty. Fine, no problem. So I put my phone on mute as people are gathering and he's giving me the play by play of the activities in there. "Momma- I'm going pee! I've got lots of pee!" Now, people are introducing themselves on the call. I can tell they are going to get to me any minute and I'm trying to shush Jack. However, now he's calling out to me, "Momma! Momma! I've got poops too. Lots of poops...and pee! I've got combination poops and pee!" At this point I'm running to the corner of the dining room so the people on the phone can't hear my son screaming about his feces in the background to introduce myself while Jack is still yelling, "Huge poops Momma!"