I found myself in a chaotic moment, cradling my 4-year-old daughter, Lily, who was having a full-blown meltdown because she had just picked at a scab on her knee. In her mind, it was a major disaster, complete with the tiniest hint of blood—a sight she is particularly squeamish about. A Band-Aid would have been the perfect solution, but, of course, we had just run out, likely due to Lily’s penchant for scab-picking. When I finally took a look at her knee, it was clear: no blood, just a little scrape.
It was only 7 a.m., and in addition to comforting my distraught child over her imaginary wound, I was juggling breakfast for four, unloading the dishwasher, starting a load of laundry, checking work emails, drafting a grocery list, and mentally gearing up for another day of summer adventures with the kids.
Sleep eluded me the night before, and I missed the two hours of work I had planned to accomplish before the kids woke up. Once they were up, it was game over for any quiet time. My mind was racing, bombarded with reminders of tasks I needed to tackle: deadlines for writing, forms for summer camp, a call about our septic tank, emails to send, and, of course, no exercise completed because I had chosen to sleep instead. And how could I forget? I had promised the kids a trip to the pool today. What was I thinking?!
Just then, my husband, Jake, strolled in, freshly showered and energized from his morning workout. “Ugh, I don’t feel like going to work today,” he said. In that instant, a wave of jealousy surged through me—one I didn’t expect. I kept my feelings to myself; I definitely didn’t want to add “epic argument with my husband” to my already overflowing to-do list. I simply nodded and continued to comfort Lily, perhaps holding her a bit too tightly.
Jake left for work, while I resumed my juggling act. The moment of jealousy faded, but throughout the day, I couldn’t shake the image of myself zooming out of the driveway every morning, hair flying in the wind, car radio blasting, with no one yelling, “Drive slower! I’m going to be sick!” The thought filled me with a longing I hadn’t realized existed. To have an entire day dedicated solely to work, without interruption to wipe a bottom or shout, “What are you doing?! That’s mud!” as the kids engaged in their usual chaos.
Don’t get me wrong; I genuinely enjoy being a work-at-home mom (WAHM). It’s a choice I’ve made, and it does work for us. But let’s be honest—it’s a balancing act of epic proportions.
Since becoming a mom, I’ve worked full-time outside the home and understand that the fantasy I conjured isn’t always the reality. I’m not wishing this time away; I know it’s fleeting. Soon enough, my kids won’t need me as much, and I’ll have endless hours of “me” time. Yet, in those moments when I’m covered in sticky substances and preventing my kids from engaging in their latest “stick wars,” I can’t help but envy my husband’s seemingly carefree life. Just as I’m sure he can’t fathom the joys of lounging in pajamas all day, playing with the kids, and squeezing in a nap in a hammock while writing a few sentences here and there.
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Summary
Parenting is a constant juggling act, filled with moments of chaos, longing for personal time, and the struggle to balance work and family life. Although it can be overwhelming, understanding that this phase is temporary can help ease the challenges of motherhood.
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