I’m pretty sure I got fired by my dog groomer this week. Seriously. I forgot our dog’s grooming appointment for the 3rd time (race against time phrase) in a row. He was supposed to be there at 8:15 am and sometime around 10:30 am I scream “shit” out loud while driving to my next appointment for work, realizing I’m going to probably have to find another groomer. The first time this happened, they accepted my apology. The second time, I made up a lie that I had a sick kid and forgot to call. The woman on the phone (who for sure doesn’t have kids and was seemingly annoyed), politely allowed me to reschedule. Well this time…I’m so embarrassed I haven’t even called yet.
I used to be a person that didn’t even need a calendar. I prided myself on being so organized I could remember appointments and other important dates without really even writing them down. Marriage, a dog, and 3 kids later, I need 5 alerts, a reminder call and a slap in the face to keep me in order.
Do you ever feel like if you are “killing it” in one area of your life, you suck at everything else?
For example…if I’m working out consistently then I can guarantee you my house is a total disaster. Or if I’m doing well and am super productive at work, then for sure I’m too tired to come home and do laundry at night. If I feel like I have it together and am really nailing my mom role, then my job is probably on the back burner and I’m about 5 pounds heavier. And don’t even get me started on trying to find time these days for a date night with my husband!
This year I remembered at about 7:30 pm the night before the first day of school we needed to cover my son’s textbooks. This is something I LOVED doing as a child. Like loved. It was so fun. The books were all perfect and clean and I would decorate them up all pretty with patterns and designs.
So my son, who loves to draw, is excited to do this as well. But it’s right before bedtime. And unfortunately he inherited my trait of perfectionism and he’s freaking out every time he makes a mistake. I try to comfort him, help him along…but honestly all I can think of is how I really want to get these kids down early on their first school night.
And I’m trying to be patient. Like really trying. Especially these days. I just (just in case meaning) had this realization recently that these are the days he will remember. No pun intended. I just don’t want him to remember me as the crazy impatient mom who didn’t have it together. I mean I really want him to come around someday…ugh I can’t even go there! So I’m trying to be patient, but end up rushing him so we can get to bed. This would have been so much easier had I set aside an hour earlier in the night so we could truly enjoy the activity.
I’d like to think and pretend I am a Pinterest mom, especially when it comes to birthdays. But in reality I spend more time pinning and less time “doing”. These days I’m planning a party at the 11th hour and e-mailing the bakery at our grocery store to make a cake. Forget party favors. I stopped handing those out years ago! Don’t get me wrong, I have made cakes and cupcakes in past years…and some of them have turned out okay. But mostly they turn out like the cakes you find when you search #pinterestfail…you know like this one below. I’m not saying it’s awful, but trust me, this was the best one of 2 dozen. Many looked downright scary and I can’t imagine the adults really wanted to eat them.
I still haven’t figured out how to balance it all. My main problem? Like most women I take (take with a grain of salt idiom) on too much. But do I really have another option? Being a working mom I’m constantly trying to balance being a good mom and wife, but also excelling at my job. It’s tough. It’s stressful. And to be very honest, I would give anything to be able to stay at home.
I’m not saying it’s easy. I KNOW it’s not. But to totally eliminate work worries would be nice…to more fully focus on my husband, my kids, my home, and possibly myself. I have to think I may be less stressed? Again, maybe not. I know there would be worries about money, lack of adult interaction, and so much more. I guess I wouldn’t know unless I experienced it. But these are the things I think about. And then there’s the mom guilt…that’s really a whole other post.
You know what I do have mastered though? Wine. Yes wine. I can pretty much master that at the end of a long day.
Moms, how do you balance it all? What is the best advice you have received that has helped you the most as a parent?