Why did no one tell me life goes on without me at work while I’m home momming? 
There are days when I am drowning in so much parental guilt I could sit in a bathtub with a pound of chocolate and cry my face off for hours.
We’re standing around the bar sipping beer and getting to know one another and the topic inevitably turned to what everyone does for a living.
I don’t know how to get it right.
by:
A reason to work outside the home or another study that pits working moms against stay-at-home moms.
It’s daunting, changing gears well into adult life.