I don't know how you working moms do it. My hat is off to you.

I had a 8:45 am meeting today, which required a mad dash to wrestle my 2 year old out of his PJs into his clothes; beg and plead with him to take a bite - JUST ONE LITTLE BITE PLEASE -- of his toast, cave in and give him the bottle, move every piece of furniture in the house to find his lost shoe...

And then I looked in the mirror and discovered I had sweat completely through my shirt, big 'ol pit-marks, and had to change.

Phew. If I had to do that 5 mornings a week, I would go insane.