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One of the great things about being a work-at-home mom is that at preschool meet-and-greet events, it's easy to identify with different types of moms. One's eyes don't glaze over when the stay-at-home moms talk about the treachery they face at the carpool line when they're picking up their older kids, and it's easy to feel equally as able to hang loose amongst a group of moms sounding off about bosses and deadlines and strategies for stopping runs in panty hose.

But there's a flipside to this whole act of go-between, and it reared its ugly head last week when I received an angry phone call from a fellow work-at-home mom.

Read the whole story <a href="http://www.tulsakids.com/?q=confessions-work-home-mom-not-so-great-expectations-1">on my blog at TulsaKids.com</a>.