One of the worst things a daycare teacher can say to me when picking up my kids is, “oh he didn’t sleep at all today!” As a WoMo (working mom), my time with my little ones is limited to about 2-3 hours a night.
A napless day at daycare means a hapless evening for mama.
There are many things I love about being a WoMo, but there are also many challenges I face in my attempts to balance my busy schedule. Here are some challenges that top my list – in idioms.
Cleanliness is next to godliness. The good thing about this saying is that it’s an idiom, and I love idioms. The bad thing is, I don’t have time for cleanliness. For me it’s more like “Tidy now, clean later.”
There’s a method to my madness. Because my days are so packed with chaos, I feel the need to stick to a strict schedule. So much so that I had decided this morning to go into work late (boss is on vacation – while the cat’s away, the mouse will play!). My plan was to sleep in, laze around with the kiddies, take my time dropping them off, hit a drive through for a coffee, and roll in an hour late. What actually happened: I slept for an extra 20 minutes, until I was awoken by a screaming 1 year old. I rushed into my barely appropriate office attire, threw my hair into a topknot, moved at lightning speeds to get myself and the kids ready, and ended up at work 20 minutes earlier than usual. A routine is good for a busy mom – so good for a control freak like me that I can’t seem to break it (even on purpose!).
The grass is always greener. I wake up eager to rush through my morning routine, looking forward to arriving at my desk and taking my first sip of a steaming hot cup of jo in blissful silence. But once I get to work, all I can think of is how much I want to rush through my day so I can hurry home to my sweet babies. When I get home and my evening routine is complete and the babes are all tucked in, it’s straight to the computer and my working hat is back in place. Always happy, never satisfied.
Rome wasn’t built in a day. I sometimes feel like splitting my time between work and family results in me giving 200% of myself to these areas in my life, leaving nothing left for myself. What I’m starting to realize is that true happiness comes from a balance between family, work, and “me” time. To achieve this balance, I need to move at a slower pace, let go of the little things I feel I need to control, and to allow others to help me. Step 1 – I sent the hubs to the grocery store tonight (a chore I’ve coveted for all of these years).
Result? The fridge is full, and I’ve found time to update my blog. Icing on the cake!