This is my third day back at my job. Isabel is in the childcare center here at the college, so I can drop by to check on her when I have a couple of free minutes. I look like I'm moving in when I come to work in the morning, toting Isabel, my handbag, and the bag with the pumping kit, along with my lunch and Isabel's supplies for the day. Then it's a full day of meetings and meeting deadlines followed by trying to plow through the laundry and picking up dog hair at home.
I feel like the woman from the Enjoli perfume commercials in the early 1980s: "I can bring home the [fakin'] bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, never, never let you forget you're a man...cause I'm a wo-man...Enjoli!" Of course, Webhamster brings home about 33% more fakin' bacon than I do, probably also 'cause I'm a woman. Actually, it's because I work in a public sector job and he is private sector.
