I have the dream job. I design and sell women’s shoes, heels, pumps, flats….. Each morning I get to dress up in the latest and greatest to go to work. Wearing a new pair of stilettos that was delivered to the store the day before, I spend my day blogging, reporting on, and delivering the newest and most fashionable shoes to all of my sisters of our Shoe Sorority. ( Send your email to Deborah@DeborahStilettos.com and I will be sure to sign you up.) The days are fun and glamorous.
Then five o’clock arrives. I drive the short distance between my office/store and my home still in a good mood from all the goodies I was able to take a sneak peek on during my afternoon. With the twist of my front door knob, I suddenly transform into Cinderella after the clock struck midnight. Words from my day like “fashionably affordable and stunning stilettos” are replaced with “why do I need another mess?”
My son who I picked up from weight lifting just moments earlier has found himself strategically placed on the couch unable to lift the garbage bag from the overflowing can in the kitchen. My older son who tells me on a daily basis that he hates his science class has turned my kitchen counter into a laboratory test center to see how fast mold can grow on a glass of orange juice poured before he left for school. My twenty year old daughter, who likes to regularly remind me on how she will manage her home more efficiently has left an empty bag of dog food on my living room chair. Perhaps it is a new interior design technique I am unaware.
My heels pop off, the oven goes on and I have learned how to spray the Endust can far enough to hit three pieces of furniture at a time. Then I silently laugh to myself. The title of motherhood is one I have held longer than any other position at any other company. Who would have ever known I go from being the Queen of Heels during the day to Princess of the Potty Brush at night?