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mandalou29 · 11 months
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So when your new therapist asked what you like to read, is there a proper way to say smutty Bucky Barnes fanfiction? You know without him trying to have you committed? Asking for a friend.
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subtle-showoff · 2 years
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This pic is not about a bruise lol. Finally home from the field. Back where I belong, 7/8ths naked in good hotel lighting. #workingmom #gayboy #muscle #hotel #gayboy #longhair #gains (at Sudbury, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch763xaO2s8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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writingmywrong · 7 months
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Profile of an American Mother and Educator
Crying in an oversized storage closet
Quietly, lest the students overhear
Silent sobs drowned out
By the rhythmic whir
Of the electric pump
Striving (and failing)
To strike the impossible balance
Of collecting enough sustenance
For my growing infant
While also completing
The endless barrage
of expected tasks,
Many of which are assigned
By people
who have never
spent a single day
in this ocean
Of guilt and heartbreak
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spitfire101 · 2 years
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Women are paid less and expected to run the household (ie. cleaning, laundry, dishes) so they’re forced to worker harder in society and still get less respect and rewards for their efforts. I’ll burn the patriarchy and it’s ingrained misogyny with my misogamy. All that can be found in marriage and family life is happiness for the male and obstacles for the female. And I refuse to procreate for social expectations when it’s not something I’m prepared to do. Men don’t have to give up their lives for children the way a woman does. Even for stay at home mothers, that in itself is a full time job. Yet when a man comes home he’s allowed to neglect his fatherly duties because he’s had a long day at work. The stay at home mother’s work never ends. There is no relaxing beer and detox from a hard day for women. Stay at home moms deserve respect, just as a working mom deserved respect. The men can burn, they no longer deserve the human decency they never extended to the women. Credits to @wonderingrealist
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its--o-kay · 11 months
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Introduction
I’m just another mom try her best. No, really. I am a mom to two beautiful children, one girl (4) and one boy (3). My daughter is Autistic, and my son is... at this point; not diagnosed but could be either Autistic or have ADHD. 
I consider myself a “working stay at home mom”. I only work part time, and work the graveyard shift; so when I get home from work, I mom all day. 
I’ve reached a point in my life, in my 30s, where I see how I could have made better decisions in the past to have made my present day life more successful. There’s no sense in focusing on the past though, so I’m doing what I can to move forward now. 
I’ve decided to return to school in the fall. It has been over a decade since I attended school; and school definitely presents with more challenges and juggling in my life. But I recognize that this is what I need to make the most of myself, and provide the best life for my children in my family.
I’ve lived a very interesting life. I’ve grown up with a sibling with special needs, parents with addictions, and spent some time as a foster child. I’m now a 30-something year old mom with weight issues, financial struggles, and depression battles who is just trying to take one step at time, yet all at once, to improve my self quality and life.
Anyways, I’m just on here to blog the moments on this journey, and maybe this can reach someone who can relate. If you can relate to me at all; WE GOT THIS.
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chaosandcuddlesblog · 11 months
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I finished high school with the highest honors and went to college at my dream university. All while serving my community as a youth representative. Long story short, I was on top of my game. A bright future was expected of me. But things took a turn when I got pregnant only a couple of months after graduating college.
For the entire duration of the pregnancy, I thought that it would be easy for me to get back on track career-wise thinking that I have all the qualifications. I am degree holder with years of serving the community hence a semi professional work experience. But motherhood is so much more than I expected it to be. It was a lot of work. Sometimes a little too much that it drains me.
Being a mother reminded me of how important it is for me to have a career. But at the same time, I might have unconsciously used it as an excuse to be stagnant career-wise. Rationalizing not having a career as a normal and automatic sacrifice of motherhood. But of course, I had to make ends meet, so I was able to still find a job so I'd have a source of income. I earn not as much as I hoped to, but just enough to pay the bills. Just when I was doing something that at one moment I thought I could make an incredible career with, baby fever overruled me, and I decided to have a baby again. Due to health concerns, childbearing meant another career pause for me.
A quarter after giving birth, I am back on track to finding a job. This time I am trying to find a job that pays me enough to sustain two kids and is flexible enough so I can still be a hands-on mom. I am also looking for one that will keep me mentally sane and make me grow professionally. I have submitted a few applications, and I've received feedback on only a few of them. To be honest, it frustrates me. I always perceived myself as an achiever. Someone any employer would be interested in. However, reflecting on how my life has been in the past 5 years, I've come to the realization that maybe I am not, or at least, I no longer am.
This entire process of finding a job that would give me the opportunity to professionally grow while being the mother that I aspire to be is harder than I thought. But more importantly, it has been humbling me. The process has been telling me to put my feet back on the ground. Telling me how much I should be working on myself. And this is very frustrating for someone who's used to getting what she wants in a snap.
I know that some of the coming days will be even more frustrating. I don't know what to do with this fact, but this is a good start, right? Acknowledging that I am feeling frustrated and acknowledging that I have things to work on with myself is a good thing, right?
I guess that's all for entry one. This mama needs to take a nap before either of the kids wake up and yes, good luck with my interview this morning.
**About the photos | pic 1: a quick snap before a job interview. Went to our shop's stockroom to avoid noise but ended up in a noisier one; pic 2: what I looked like after more than an hour of interview. Pumping my breastmilk because my ~~ are engorged and unsafe for little one to latch.
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momomaytrix · 1 year
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🧿🪬🌿🔮✨🐘🦉
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Spark
It's back. The little spark. The little bit of joy that lives firmly in my chest and radiates from it. Two weeks later and there's a sense of self emerging again, one that I'd neglected for far too long.
Hello, me. Nice to see you again! I've so enjoyed getting to know you again. I found you in moments with my daughter; her joy while singing "baa baa black sheep" at the top of her lungs, dancing like a scarecrow with arms flailing at her sides, cuddling into my shoulder looking for comfort and warmth, running to me with arms up and the biggest smile. These moments built me back up, reminding me how truly special you are; the mother, the partner, the daughter and sister. For quite awhile there had been a faded version of her; like a shadow.
We wrote a short little story again... and I actually enjoyed it! An hour of escapism; fuelled by imagining my daughter turning the pages and pretending to read it to me. Taking the time to think through activities she would enjoy; naming colours and clapping as she got them all right, the getting ready checklist, dancing and singing...
I was so frightened, two weeks ago, that I would not be able to cope with life. Especially if/when another child comes around. I was coming unglued with the one child! When everything was removed and my mind wasn't pulled from pillar to post thinking of my day job and the daily trauma therein, I rediscovered that yes.... I am a good mum. I can do this. Beyond that, I enjoy it.
This time has been priceless. I have taken time to rebuild myself and remember who the hell I am. I have reconnected with the part of myself that brought the spark of joy and happiness into my being. I have been the mother that I so desperately wanted to be while trying to have a full-time job as well. The pieces were put back in place, just for a little while, and refilled my cup.
I hope this holds, I hope that the person I have rediscovered can withstand the trials of returning to work. It's hard to remain positive and connected to joy when the day job highlights the worst of humanity. I have my light though, and it lives in my connection with myself and other people.
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afrustratedmom · 1 year
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I was supposed to help my partner get a new tire today because one in the back went flat while taking the kids to school. I told him last week it needed to be replaced but he failed to listen to me (again). I told him I would do it even though it would be cutting into my day. He felt bad enough that he just did it himself. I was supposed to go into the office for a meeting to pick out our new desk in the co-sharing workspace where I work. The rent is too high and we are weighing our options. It was also a luncheon to network with the other businesses in that space. I have over 60 unread emails. A few from my employee who I promised myself I would get back to by the end of the day. A few for the Board that need answers. I have a brochure I need to create to send out to a local hospital's specialized clinic so that their patients know about my organization's services. I needed to create one in two different languages. I have to find free educational resources for my organization's constituents for a parent in need for their child. I have until the end of the day to get that done. There is chicken defrosting in the fridge as we speak that I need to get into the oven within a few short hours. My chapter, along with many other chapters at my job, are hosting a book club. I have yet to finish the book and need to do so within the next couple of days. I was up all night breastfeeding and pumping. My infant is sick and coughing and my toddler has a possibly infected nail. Ask me what I did this morning instead? I slept. For hours. My body needed it but my mind felt so guilty. So lazy even though I'm anything but. I just needed the world to stop needing me this morning. I just wanted to sleep. Signed, A Frustrated Mom
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mamiannee · 1 year
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Tuesday grind
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mandalou29 · 10 months
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Anyone else go into your bedroom after work and practically come on to your bed. Like, "Hey there sexy. You miss me today?" With a wink. Or is that just me?
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scorpionmind · 1 year
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Strength, talent, perseverance and that SPLAH! I’m proud of this Queen and I look forward witnessing to her continuous growth! 💅🏾 — #LadyBoss: @nailedbyjess_ Studio: @royallanestudios Photo/Retouch: @alexjhudsonphoto — #hudshotit #hudtouch #photopablo #hudsonempire #hudson #empire #dfwnails #nailtech #workingmom #successful #dallasphotographer #brandupdates #melanin #melaninqueen (at The Alex Hudson) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmrinnrOweQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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silverwing30 · 1 year
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fairestforest · 2 years
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Finally finding some time to play with lighting @ work!
In today's news... I blew the fuck out of my tire omw to work, jacked the car up by myself bit still not strong enough to break the nuts off 😅
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trueskinesthetics · 2 years
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I guess this will be a way to introduce myself and get myself out there. My name is Alisha, and I'm a 27-year-old licensed Esthetician, makeup loving, brow QUEEN mama.
I started my journey in the beauty industry in 2016, just 2 months after I gave birth to my sweet baby boy. I originally planned on becoming a licensed cosmetologist, but after about 3 months of school I had an insane realization---- I HATE DOING HAIR.
Lucky for me I had been there long enough to dip my hands into a little bit of esthetics, and what came next was quite literally, YEARS in the making.
-Fast forward to 2018-
I spent a couple of years deciding if the beauty industry was really for me. I knew it would be hard to break into the working world after school, but I never imagined it would be as hard as it actually was.
School was a huge struggle for me- working 2 jobs, school full time, and a toddler at home. There were many times I told myself I couldn't keep going. I truly did not think I could make it through. I was tired. I was anxious. I felt like a bad mom for being so busy. I WAS DRAINED.
After I graduated and FINALLY got my license, I spent almost a year applying for jobs. It was so discouraging being told I'm not qualified for a job in MY FIELD, that I am LICENSED for, because I didn't have experience.
How do you get experience when nobody will give you a chance?
It was seriously so frustrating. I worked on friends and family constantly just to get the practice and build my portfolio so my work could be seen.
Then, Ulta happened.
They gave me the chance I had been hoping for.
But covid stopped me from starting.
The day before I was supposed to start, everything shut down. I thought my chance would never come. Maybe I wasted my time thinking I could actually do this. How would I even have a job to come back to when I never actually worked at this place? But something in the universe decided this was where I was meant to get my start.
I got calls and texts multiple times a week from the GM to keep me up to date on reopening, covid protocols, and anything else I needed to know. It was a scary time. Nobody knew when this shut down would end.
But, after 4 months of being trapped, in a tiny apartment, never leaving my sons side, it was time to go back to work.
And it was SCARY.
I was a Benefit Arch Expert. Doing brows every day. It started off very slow. I didn't have a clientele. I didn't know how to get my name out there. I started giving my business cards to everyone I saw. I would give stacks of them to friends and family to hand out. As I got more comfortable, I became more confident, and that is when I really got an idea of how good I was.
Brows were never part of my plan. I hated waxing in school. I imagined I would be in a nice spa doing facial treatments. But THIS. It was fun. It was rewarding. And getting an immediate result made it that much easier for me to brand myself.
I started posting pictures all the time. I would have people messaging me on Instagram asking about appointments. I got to a point where I would be so booked that people would try to pay each other, WHILE IN MY CHAIR, to take somebody's appointment. Even offering me money to give people's appointments away.
(Obviously I don't work that way, but it was a great feeling knowing people wanted ME, of all people, to give them a service.)
Just the idea of having a steady clientele and being able to make money doing something I loved so much was like a dream to me.
But after a year, I had to make the tough decision to take a step back from my dream.
As the covid regulations and mask mandates started to ease up, I felt for the safety of my family, that maybe this isn't where I needed to be in this moment.
I went back to my restaurant job.
And now, a year later. Here I am. Ready to see if I can make this thing happen, yet again.
So, welcome to the journey.
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iberliana · 2 years
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. Meal on the go today Protein : Ikan Tuna Woku Vege : Bayam Batik Bening Carbs : Nasi Kukus Baput Sereh Snack : Kacang Almond & Pistachio . #cookingwithlove #mealonthego #busymom #workingmom #homemadefood #tupperware #freshfood #indonesia (at Badan Pengelola Keuangan & Aset Daerah Kab.banggai) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfDjvPVrtI6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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