How did that happen?
Where is the time going?
Is it time to write the first college tuition check?
True confession of a tired mom: I didn’t prep my posts this past weekend. I didn’t do my homework.
That means that I’m sitting here trying to choose between prepping a blog post, hoping on the treadmill for a few extra steps today, or prepping a bottle and running upstairs to wake Maddie a few minutes early and steal a few extra minutes with her.
The reality: I’ll rush through this post, hope on the treadmill for 30 minutes, and rush upstairs to feed Maddie, dripping sweat from my workout and feeling rushed that everything took longer then I expected.
Finding balance wasn’t easy for me prior to motherhood. Now it just feels impossible. I’ve had to work late these last few days, which means I come home to a grumpy-it’s-almost-time-for-bed baby, who really isn’t in the mood to be cute and cuddly. Daycare is going well, and she comes home tired and ready for bed by 7pm. Add in some later nights, some Boston traffic, some rain and I’m getting about 15 minutes of face-to-face baby time in the evening.
And, that is the reality of ‘working mom tales’. I feel tired. Stressed. Spread thin. Frustrated. Like I’m going through the motions but only giving about an 80% effort (which I’m totally fine with if we are talking treadmill workouts, but not motherhood or work!).
I need another two hours in the day. Another 3,000 steps in my daily totals. And, lord almighty, i really need a pedicure. Oh, and maybe a winning lottery ticket? I could use a week with the hubby and Maddie by the water. With wine. Sand between our toes. Someone else preparing the meals.
I’ve eaten crustless quiche for 4 out of 6 of the last meals in the last two days. Crustless because we forgot the crust at the store. Quiche because it makes for a super easy breakfast and dinner- and it only takes one dish to make. I don’t think I had it for lunch, but honestly, at this point I can’t even remember.
And, on that note, I’m ending the babbling. Racing down to the treadmill for a few minutes and then racing upstairs to grab the baby, grab my coffee and grab a few minutes of floor time and baby giggles!
Here’s hoping that you relate to some part of this post (and can confirm it gets better!) and that you have a spare beach house we can borrow sometime in August (oh, and your shirtless Italian nephew, Mario, is the cook and butler? Done and done.) We’re happy to provide a sad, rescued greyhound and a skittish lab-chow mix for collateral. Or long-term loan. Just be forewarned that they pee on the coffee table. Regularly.
Happy Hump Day,
A quick pic from my early morning ‘check in’- before I grabbed my first cup of coffee and begin chanting chug, chug, chug!