Our working moms contest got so many great entries that we wanted to share some of them with you. So over the next few days or so, we’ll be letting you read the best of the best. You working moms are some of the most hard working (and funniest) people on the planet. Don’t worry, we’ll tell you who won in a few days, but first enjoy a few of the entries that made us laugh.
When my oldest son was 8,he had a writing class and our state rep. came to visit the kids in class and told them about his job as a State Rep. He then told them if they ever needed any help, to write him and he would do what he could to help them. The kids then wrote him a thank you note for visiting their class. At that time I was working for my husband who is a physician. We were living in Mo. and Medicare had changed their regional office from the southwestern part of our state to include and relocate to northwestern part of Arkansas. Immediately when they relocated, all the physicians and hospitals in our area went without Medicare payments for 3 months and our area was 80% Medicare. So funds were not coming in to pay bills. We were really hurting, and my son had overheard our concern, so he wrote the State representative, unbeknownst to us, the whole letter and envelope was written in Red Ink and he wrote EMERGENCY on it. I received a call one day soon after, while my son was at school asking me if I was his mom and that this was the Office of the Mo. State Rep. and she proceeded to tell me about the note, I was floored, embarrassed and half scared, LOL. I later found the letter with a response in his drawer, the State Rep had written him back and told him he would do what he could. Two weeks later, everyone in the southwest area of Mo that was waiting on Medicare payments received them!! I was shocked, but my son knew the man would keep his word! And he did. We still have a good laugh and my son is now 23. He knew where to take the complaint to. – Debbie L.
As a working mom with three kids it isn’t always easy. I know in the end it will all be worth it if my children become at least semi-decent adults. At least I keep telling myself that to get me through the day. Especially on that fateful day in 2008. I left my two youngest kids under the supervision of my oldest who is a teenager, for just the day. Worried, as I assume most parents are when they leave their teenagers unattended, I told my “angel” to keep an eye on the youngsters. She assured me everything would be fine and told me I worried too much. Accepting this, I went to work. Perhaps I should have known the day would not end well. Maybe it was the ominous rumbling of the clouds throughout the day. Or the gray filled haze of clouds hanging over the sky like a… gray haze. But ignoring these signs, hours later I cheerfully made the return trip home expecting the best. I was unprepared for what awaited me. It had begun to rain and by the time I made it in my driveway, a drizzle was pouring. When I got inside, it was quiet, too quiet. I found my oldest in her room playing x-square or box, one of those. I asked her where her siblings were and she responded “Oh…yeah. Ummm… I’ll be right back.” She scuttled from the room. Minutes later I heard yells in my backyard. I looked out my window and saw this sight. My two youngest children completely nude running around in the rain. Their clothes scattered haphazardly on the grass, and attempting to escape the clutches of their sister. I immediately went into shock and blacked out. When I awoke, I was on snagajob.com and telling my story. – Eltude P.
At age 29 I became a new mom and a widow within two months of each other. Having a full-time job and a great boss at the time was a godsend. Losing my husband was traumatic but having a great job and a new baby actually kept me pushing forward with life. One morning I got up to get dressed for work, everything was going smoothly. I put on a nice new business suit, my son was happy and ate all his breakfast, the sun was shining and I said to myself “Wow, today is going to be a great day!”. Right as I put my purse over my shoulder, picked up my son and my briefcase…my son decided to barf up all of his breakfast…all in my hair all over the back of my suit – it went everywhere!!! Once again I was late for work but thank God for such a wonderful boss, when I told him what happened he and I both cracked up laughing. I was able to take a deep breath, sit down at my desk and just tell myself to keep on going! My son is now 17 and 6 feet tall, he’s the best thing that ever happened to me and all those crazy mornings when he caused me to be late for work I wouldn’t trade for the world! – Julie P.
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