Last week, I had to make a last-minute trip out to SF for an accelerator interview. I booked my flights, rearranged a bunch of meetings, and was psyched. Then I saw a note in Rowan’s backpack: “Just a reminder that you are the mystery reader for the class on Wednesday.” I have no idea how this fell off my calendar. Guilt rushed in. I had been looking forward to this for months. I took a deep breath and sent a simple email to his teacher explaining the last-minute trip and asking if I could do it Friday instead. The next morning I woke up to an “of course.” This response made my freakin’ week. Sometimes you can have your (working mom) cake and eat it, too.
