The myth of balance as a working mother

In a perfect world, each twenty-four hour day would magically fit in all of the things crammed onto my to-do list.

The laundry pile (aka my Everest) would never reach peaks that make my husband give me a sideways glance while casually mentioning that there sure are a lot of unfolded baskets of clothes in the living room.

The floors would be spotless, the toys put away, and the only dishes in the sink would be the ones from tonight’s homecooked meal.

But alas, this is the real world and it can be a total sh*t-show.

When I get out of work, assuming I don’t have to grocery shop or run some other errand, I have approximately one hour before Jameson needs to be picked up from daycare.

This leaves just enough time to cook something quick (if D is not home and cooking already) or try and tidy up a bit, OR try and tackle the laundry pile.

The hour flies by.

Then Jameson is home and it’s family dinner time, bath time, and chill time with him. Getting any type of housework done while he is awake after school is pretty much a no-go, as he is super cuddly and wanting all of my attention.

I’ve tried folding laundry while sitting next to him and it always ends up with him playing a game of knocking over the folded laundry pile.

It used to be that he would fall asleep at 7 and then I’d go workout or do some housework or work work, but those days are gone too. He doesn’t get tired until 8 now and by then I am also exhausted and ready for bed.

And have I mentioned I’m pregnant? Pregnant and tired? Well I am both of those thing to the degree of very.

Anyway, this rant about finding time to do everything I want to do during the work week is brought to you by decaf coffee and interrupted sleep due to pregnancy bladder.

Now back to our regular scheduled programming.