It starts innocently enough. You have a baby. Baby is cute. She learns to crawl and then walk. She goes to baby music class and then off to preschool. You might even think, “Maybe we should have another!”
And then you find yourself with a child (or two) in elementary school, and suddenly you’re orchestrating a complicated schedule of skating lessons, playdates, school events and soccer games.
Or you might find yourself up, say, in the middle of the night, completing a seemingly endless mailing for your school’s fundraiser. Envelope after envelope after envelope. Press it. Seal it. Repeat.
I don’t begrudge any of these activities, it’s just that no one told me that there’s this whole part of parenting that’s so much like an office job.