*Just kidding, I kind of love her, actually. I was thinking about her the other day, as she recently unveiled her 125th career — girl has literally done it all, without a hair out of place, and hasn’t aged a day. But let’s be honest – she has it good.
It got me thinking, on a particularly hectic day…
I started out as a PR pro. That’s my gig – I talk to clients, editors, writers, clients, colleagues, clients. And a few more clients for good measure.
I shifted to wife – listening to my man gripe about work, helped him find two clean socks, listened to him question last night’s LOST when Matt Lauer was really calling my name.
I channeled a housekeeper, though admittedly, not a good one – laundry in, dishes out, and tricked Little D into helping me dust.
And that was before 8am.
Once Little D was fully up and at ’em, I took on the role of (in no particular order):
And doctor, again, before I called it a day.
So yes, Barbie may have gone to the moon, and she may have even been President, but I’m starting to think this working girl is the one who really deserves the Dreamhouse.