“So, are you coming back to work?” someone asked me for the umpteenth time. I was 7 months pregnant and counting down the days until maternity leave started. My back ached, my feet were swollen, I felt like one huge marshmallow. Working retail and standing for 7 hours out of the day was taking its toll on my whole body. And I was determined to work all the way to the end so I could have that much longer to stay home with the baby. I was most definitely coming back to work. Hey, the bills needed to be paid! But the closer I got to her due date, the more I was weakening in my stance.

This hit my inbox today, and it made me laugh so hard that I had to pass it on. These are answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions about moms.

I hate driving my dad’s BMW X5. I can press the key, and the seats and mirrors adjust exactly where I need them to be. Another flick of the button rolls the windows down on a hot day. It has plush heated leather seats, keeping my tushy warm on the coldest mornings. It takes turns so tight and gathers speed so fast that I can merge into traffic on a dime. I have 15 preset radio stations for FM alone, though I mostly take advantage of the CD player. The sunroof has two options: keep the sunroof window open and let the sunlight and breeze in, or leave the window closed and just let the light shine through.

Yesterday I was able to take my daughter to work with me. As a service to her, I took her through the whole routine.....

My favorite time of day is between 6 and 7 in the morning, that moment of time between waking up and getting the kids ready for school......

A friend's 4 year old daughter was helping her dad feed the goldfish. By helping, I mean that she dumped the whole can of food into the tank. And while her dad was plugging it back in after cleaning the whole tank, she DID IT AGAIN! Ah, toddlers.