'Working' mother obviously tautology. Actually, compared to the work involved in the 'mother' bit, 'work' is a breeze. I just have to turn up and be vaguely competent at stuff. I even get to drink coffee while it is still hot. Although my students do sometimes ask questions that slightly tax me, they are often distracted by me directing them to the library or suggesting that if they attended the odd lecture, these things might become clearer. This does not work for the following problems:
a) Why you can't get a magic wand in Argos that actually turns older brothers into frogs
b) How to unslink a slinky
c) Why the closed and locked parental bedroom door is the universally acknowledged signal that right now would be a good time to try and flush your sister's teddy down the loo
d) Why a sibling should be allowed to Breathe Your Air
Unusually picked up middle son (8) from school (usually it is done by husband who works from home) only to have son's friend look at me open-mouthed for a bit, then turn to son and say "Is this your mam? I didn't know you had a mam!"
No-one would say that if a working DAD picked his son up. *sigh*
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