For the past eight years, I have been a work-at-home mom. In the early years, I was freelance, which meant that I did have a great deal of flexibility and could hang out with my kids during the day while working at night. But eventually I became staff, and with that my freedom was gone.
What that means to you, oh dear stay-at-home mom friend whom I love? It means I'm sorry, but I can't meet you at the pool at 1:00 on a Wednesday afternoon. Or the coffee shop. Or your house. Or pretty much anywhere.
Not this week. Not ever. Unless I take the day off. Got that?
But that won't stop her (and countless others) from asking. Hell, even my own husband took a few years to grasp that I really didn't have time to do all the laundry, clean up after the kids, and drop off his dry cleaning. I'm working here, people!