The other day my daughter was nagging me for something I had previously said no to, oh I don’t know, let’s say A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE, when I turned to her and snapped “For heaven’s sake child, you are a broken record!” This is where she paused and cocked her head to the side and very calmly said, “What’s a record?” And I couldn’t help but laugh. After all, she was born in 2004, long after the demise of vinyl. Why would she know what a record was?
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Candace Derickx is a wife, mother, stepmother, volunteer, entrepreneur and recovering housewife. After years of judging mothers who worked outside the home and wondering how on earth they could send their kids to school with lunchables (gasp!), Candace’s June Cleaver ways recently got an ass kicking when this stay at home mother started her own business, Best Tools for Schools, and went back to work.
Now she’s trying to raise two little girls in a Bratz world, be a good stepmother to a teenage boy and keep her marriage strong while juggling work, home and life. Candace now believes popcorn is not a snack, it’s an entrée, clean clothes are a privilege, not a necessity and Martha Stewart will be dropping by at any moment to slap a condemned sign on her house
Join Candace each week as she blogs about the mayhem of returning to work and sometimes dropping the balls.
Follow Candace on Twitter: @SeeMummyJuggle
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