I Was a Disorganized Mess of a Working Mom. Then, I Started Using That to My Advantage

I did almost everything wrong as a working mother. This mother-plus-job thing was NOT for me. It was for all those other working mothers. It was for mothers who were organized and kept lists and were hyper-disciplined with their time. To me, those mothers were everywhere, except in my house.

It was no surprise that for my 30th birthday my friends gave me a T-shirt that read, “You’re a mess.” (Now a pattern at Fishs Eddy.) I was OK with simply doing my best. I sometimes actually wallowed in my glorious inimitable pandemonium, because it was MY pandemonium. I was who