Well...that's it, I'm a mom

Driving into the sunrise this morning I noticed I was holding my head at about a 45 degree angle to compensate for the fact that my sunglasses were making me feel as though my ears were at very different levels on my head. Gee...now why would that be?

Looking out my windshield at the ocean of traffic - all slightly off kilter - I reviewed my current state.

1. I was running late. I have been late to work nearly every day since having Sarah. Only about 10 minutes or so, but still, I used to be 10 minutes early every day.

2. My shirt has a couple of little spots of spit-up on it but I left it on because all the other shirts that would go with the pants I'm wearing are dirty and

3. I haven't had time to do laundry.

4. Even though I was already late, I spent a few minutes in Sarah's daycare room with her, telling her how much mommy loves her (I have Working Mom's Guilt or WMG. I've been a carrier all my life, having been raised Catholic, but the symptoms came on full force once I had kids) while she ignored me to gaze at a large, plush ball.

5. I am writing this while I'm at work instead of trying to catch up after being slightly late because I think about my kids way more than I think about getting SQL code written and accompanying reports designed and uploaded.

6. The WMG is a far stronger virus than the alternative disease - Mom-Worker Guilt (MWG) in which a person feels bad for ignoring their career in favor of their kids.

I believe the transformation is complete. From Party Girl, to YUPPY to DINK to American Nuclear Family Archetype.