I hate being a working mom. I hate that I only get to see my baby a few hours a day. I hate that a lot of that precious time is spent rushing around to get us out the door on time. I hate that when he has a cold I can’t stay home and snuggle and kiss him until he feels better. I hate that when I drop him off he cries for me and I am supposed to just walk out of the door. I hate that I have to work.