General musings of a former working mom who is now trying to cope with life at home and who medicates with Starbucks daily.
I'm a thirtysomething year old mom who is married to a really lucky man. My son is a crazy four year old, complete with scars and missing tooth. I spent most of his life working out of the home and coping with the guilt of preschool drop offs. Recently laid off, I am now getting this SAHM gig under control. I think. Or at least I hope so, for his sake. Starbucks helps me cope with this daily.