That is now how I describe “never at home” motherhood. Yeah, that's right, I’ve decided that the title “stay at home” mom is bulls#*! so I’m now going to refer to my station as “never at home” mom as opposed to stay at home mom.
This revelation came as a result of this week’s family fun – summer camp. Of course, my kids can’t all go to the same camp, they have to go to three different camps in three different locations at three completely different times.
Here’s what I learned about the desperate need to clone myself, the never ending monotonous tasks, and the fact I have only myself to blame for having created mini me’s that are as active as I am:
