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I hate the fact that I love my job and that sometimes it’s in direct conflict with being a mommy. There’s never enough time for anything. The other day my co-workers were making fun of me because I put my makeup on while I’m commuting to work. It’s just a fact of life; the only free time I have is in my car.

I constantly haul around a huge bag of guilt, whether I’m at home or at work. It’s as if I can’t do anything well — mommy, wife, professional woman. Everything is spread so thin — especially me.