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I am 41 years old, and I am a WAHM with two teenagers, a grade-schooler, and a toddler. I juggle cooking, writing, PTA, diapers and design on a daily basis. I work for a pittance and I never get a day off. Crazy? Yes! Rewarding? Absolutely! Challenging? All the time. Would I trade it for anything in the world? No thanks...
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What Mompreneur Really Means

According to Wisegeek, http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-mompreneur.htm , mompreneur is a newly coined term for women who establish businesses at home while also acting as the full time parent of their children. The mompreneur movement is one steadily growing in the US as mothers try to find ways to make money, express their creativity or business acumen, and also to parent their children.
This is my secretary, sporting the latest fashion... Panty Hats.
Ok, so cut the crap... What mompreneur really means is that you get up at the butt-crack of dawn, wake up disgruntled, sleep deprived children, and hopefully get them off to school with their teeth brushed and hair combed, wearing clean clothes. You have your toddler hanging off your boob while you try to type an article, all the while avoiding flailing feet that are trying to drum on your keyboard. When home, your teenager comes in the office (which happens to be a corner of the laundy room) every five minutes because you just have to see this Slipknot video on YouTube. You check your email. You discover your article has been rejected because you used the word boob in an article about breastfeeding. You see another article has been approved, and rejoice at the $1.99 that has been deposited into your PayPal account! WooHoo, get that breastfeeding one approved and you may have enough money for a frappachino from Starbuck's. You express your creativity by venting about your family on your blog, and practice your business acumen by trying to keep your grocery budget down to under $500 a month for a family of five, including diapers! You parent your children by turning on Yo Gabba Gabba for the toddler, and keeping a 4-pack of Monsters in the fridge to help the teenager stay awake and get his homework done. Your true business hours are between Top Chef and 3 am in the morning, which is when you have the least amount of distractions. Crazy? Yes! Rewarding? Absoulutely! Challenging? All the time. Would I trade it for anything in the world? No thanks... I have worked for someone else since I was 14 years old, and I love being my own boss, being able to do PTA (yea, they actually let me do that.. who knew?), be home when the kids are home from school, and listen to whatever music I want while I work!

Mompreneur Sunday - September 20, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Today was another great Sunday for this Mompreneur.  We had a full house off and on over the weekend, which meant that there wasn't much in the way of productivity happening...  that's OK though, sometimes you need to take a break, regroup, and gear up to go full stream ahead come Monday.

This Mompreneur Sunday started off with sleeping in.  When I woke up, there was coffee made for me by my wonderful fiance, which sets just the right tone.  The guys were already full on with the football when I got up today (when does the pre-game stuff start anyway... the crack of dawn?), so I prepped the kitchen and made blueberry waffles to die for.  These are scrumptious, and so easy.  Use one box of Jiffy Blueberry Muffin Mix, and 1 cup of Bisquick, one egg, a little oil and about 1 1/2 cups of milk.  While I have the waffles cranking out of the waffle iron, I start making my warm blueberry compote.  I pour half a bag of frozen blueberries, about 5 tablespoons of sugar, and about 2 tablespoons of cornstarch that has been whisked into approximately 2 cups of water, and mix it all together into a pyrex bowl.  I microwave on high about a minute at a time, until the mixture starts to boil. Then, I take it out, crush down the blueberries a bit to help get the juice into the mixture, and continue to microwave until it starts to thicken.  By then, all the waffles are made, and everyone can build their plates.



Of course, I have to make sure at least one person is getting some work done...











My assistant ate so much this morning, her little belly was tight as a drum.  After breakfast, she was a sticky blueberry mess, so she got to have a very splashy Sunday morning bath.  Between the excitement of football, a full tummy and a complete water aerobic work-out, she was ready to conk out right about the time the Raiders won.  Amazing, two miracles at once!









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