My clients needed me throughout the day yesterday — as much as any day. There were conference calls and emails galore and a hot project just for good measure. At the end of a jam-packed day, I picked up my son from daycare. I made dinner. I cleaned the kitchen. I went for a walk. I danced to songs from “Frozen” with my kiddo. I engaged in an extended 90-minute bedtime that included six books, two trips to the potty and — oh, I don’t know —a million utterances of, “Close your eyes.”
This is a pretty typical day. But yesterday was International Women’s Day, and as a proud feminist, it seemed like I should do more.