Where are the days going? I just realized it’s been almost a week since my last post. There are not enough hours in the day anymore.
For the past week I’ve been busy with work, family and trying to keep my head above water. Just when I felt like I had really started to figure out my new balancing act as a wife, mom, friend, career woman, oh and an individual who needs some ‘me’ time, I have one of those weeks. Being a working mom is hard. It’s more difficult than I thought it’d be.
Even with Ella sleeping more, there just doesn’t seem to be time for everything. If one thing is going well, another is suffering. For instance last week I was home with sick Ella. I was working, but not at my office, spending time with Ella but she didn’t have my full attention because I was working nor did my work have my full attention because I was taking care of Ella.
It’s not just the working aspect that I’m struggling with lately. I’ve been a bad friend. Cancelling plans, with good reason (sick baby), or just not making them. The weekends come and as much as I want to see the girls, that’s the time I get to soak up QT with Ella and Josh. It’s also the only time I have to catch up on some sleep. So everything else falls by the wayside.
Last night I got home from work just in time to see Ella before she went to bed. I was upstairs nursing her when I realized I hadn’t even kissed Josh hello. Wife fail. We need a date night. I need some time with my husband that doesn’t involve talking about all things Ella, work or how exhausted we are. Time for us to remember that before we were mommy and daddy, we were Jess and Josh who had adventures and lots of fun together. We haven’t had a date night since our anniversary…in October!
We have to find a sitter and someone who we’re not going to be worried will do something crazy like shake Ella is she wakes up screaming and is ok with changing a poop covered baby in the event of a poopsplosion. Friends have offered by I feel guilty actually asking them to babysit for us. I just need someone to say, leave the house, you’re going on a date night, Ella will be fine with me.
How do you other working moms handle all of this? It’s like I’m a juggler but I can’t keep all my balls from falling.