Wednesday, March 28, 2012

It's all a juggling act

I dropped a piece the other day. I really hate it when that happens.

In the midst of my attempts to juggle my family, work and writing, I let something slip through my fingers. It wasn't a major catastrophe, but it served as yet another reminder that my life has become a juggling act.

Last week, I actually took time off from my paying job to spend some quality time with my kids who were on spring break. I enjoyed myself and felt pretty good that I was able to be a "mom" but also found a few hours to write my story for that Friday.

Then this past Monday I dragged my 4-year-old out of bed and rushed her out the door because as usual we were running late. We got to the school and I see that the parking lot is empty! Turned out I somehow missed the information that she had another whole week of spring break.

Yep, I was that parent.

Like I said, it wasn't a major catastrophe but obviously I haven't been reading every single note or newsletter that the teacher sends home. She even writes little messages to me in my daughter's notebook and I feel bad sometimes because I don't always write something back. Why? Because I'm usually reading that notebook at the red lights on the drive to school in the morning!

Motherhood in itself is all about juggling priorities and demands. But throw in a full-time job, online workshops and, oh yeah, writing your first novel (among other things) -- it's a miracle that I don't drop more balls more often.

Weeknights are the worse because I try to cram so much in. When I get home from my crazy paying job I am immediately bombarded with stories, homework questions, dinner, bathtime, more homework questions and last-minute runs to Target because someone forgot to tell me (or maybe they did but I didn't hear it) that they need notebook paper or two dozen cookies for school the next day. It is only when everyone --including the husband and dogs -- are finally asleep, that I am able to write. Or, watch TiVo. Whichever I didn't get to do the night before. And before I know it, it's 2 a.m. and I've fallen asleep on the couch...again.

Morning eventually comes and the juggling act starts all over.

So I dropped one little thing and I guess it could've been worse, right? At least I didn't leave her there all by herself in that empty school parking lot.

And, for now at least, I can take some comfort in that.

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