“He was a sweet-talkin’ son of a preacher man,” I croon at my desk during Office Karaoke. Office Karaoke is a thing I made up to blow off steam at my desk. I google whatever song I want, add “karaoke” at the end, and thanks to the magic of the interwebz, the YouTube pops up my selection and I perform for an audience of no one.
I work from home. My imaginary coworkers think I’m amazing.
Office Karaoke makes time stop for a few minutes to help me catch my breath, and boy, do I need time to stop on this crazy train careening through the school year. I’m a circus juggler riding a unicycle on a tightrope suspended over a tub of boiling lava filled with robot sharks and people keep throwing me flaming knives. School moms have a lot going on, and I’m not even on the PTO. READ MORE