There are times when I wake up and I feel like super woman. You know the feeling, right? You wake up refreshed, you look in the mirror and think to yourself, "Not bad, not bad." The coffee is soothing, the sounds outside are cheerful, the sun shines just right - as if all of the world is a stage and you have the BEST lighting.
Then there are days you wake up and your eyes are stuck together. You shuffle to the bathroom and upon the first gaze you think, "Dear God in heaven." Then you scorch your coffee, and the sun - oh that blasted sun - it is as if you are a vampire and any light shining on you will sizzle you to ashes.
Today is one of THOSE days. But I know what the problem is. It's the XY Chromosome.
When you work full time and have to deal with an "Old Boys Network" and then go home to a traditionalist - the wild, crazy femi-nazi comes out in me.
How do you strike a balance, all the while wearing a red lipstick and heels?