Forget 9 to 5. Mothering knows no schedule—and often it feels more like 5 to 9 and everything in between. In this new series, we are looking at the hectic, messy, sometimes beautiful, often frustrating enterprise of being a mother—and maintaining a life of your own.
Consider it a "day in the life" for the most powerful women we know. Read our first installment, from Jemima Kirke , below. The kids have been with their father for the last few days.
So today I woke up 30 minutes past my alarm. I’m anxious. The kids are arriving today after school and I haven’t done groceries.
The cats make it awfully difficult to get out of bed most days. I’d organized the morning in my head the night before so that I’d have 30 minutes to get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, take my meds, feed the cats, and get a coffee. Then an hour to get ready for the Rachel Comey show.
I had the dress picked out. Needed the time choose the right underwear, a pair of shoes, jewelry and a potentially a belt. Now I have 45 minutes total.
But it’s ok. I have a system now and if I stay focused, forgo the coffee trip, I can probably get this done swiftly. I throw on my jeans and a sweatshirt and go to get the coffee.
Hot. Half and half. No sugar.
I grab a bagel too. Toasted. Cream cheese and tomato.
Clothes come off. The dress, and my breasts, need a firm and supportive bra with no frills. I wash my face with just water to save time.
I have a lot of makeup. Buckets of it. I bring both buckets to my .