Wait, did I say 16 year old son?
Yeah, I did.
I know what you're thinking: Office Scribe, how come you never mentioned your teenage son before? Did you do it to protect him for the dark life of a blogger? And wait, aren't you like 27 which means you would have been 11 when you had him, making a plot line like something out of a movie that Oprah Winfrey would have produced?
Okay, so maybe he isn't my son. Maybe he is my cousin and I am house sitting for my aunt and uncle and he is there. But since he is so close to being a fully functioning person, I don't really have to do anything. Except have a general sense of where he is at all times.
So at work the other day, I realized that I had no clue where he was, so I tried calling his cell.
I tried again a few hours later.
Again, no answer.
Luckily one of my other relatives knew where he was so I didn't have to enter full fledged panic mode. But I guess I showed enough maternal instinct that some of my co-workers started to refer to me as "mom" on Friday. And that's when I realized I would suck at being a working mom. I would never get anything done because I would constantly be wondering "I wonder what my child is up to? And are they having fun while I am making money for them to spend on Wii games?"
Yeah, I would be a horrible, jealous mom.
~ The Office Scribe