I was driving. My daughter, who was then about 5 years asked: “Mom, how do you get to be in charge?”
“What do you mean? In charge of what?” I answered.
“Like, you’re in charge of all of us. How do you get to be in charge?”
My friend, and mom of two boys, called me at that very moment and I deferred to her. “Mel wants to know how I got to be in charge of everyone.”
Her response, “Oh, right, that’s the booby prize. “
It’s true. I am the person who keeps the budget, who finds the missing shoe, who keeps track of who goes where, and when, and so on. It certainly reads like a boss’s job, yet I don’t feel like a boss. Bosses go out to lunch, they don’t prepare the meal and also clean up after everybody leaves the room. Bosses wear nice clothes. I wear what I slept in. Bosses get a paid vacation. I don’t even get paid. Bosses have an office door that closes to indicate they would like privacy, and they get it! Well, that’s fun to imagine.
If I had an office, with a door to close, it would be lovely. There would be a
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