Rainy Day Mondays

Nothing like a changing season to help you realize how quickly your kids have grown. After unseasonably warm weather, it was finally time to track down the fall coats this morning.

However, in normal Monday fashion, of course nothing was where and how it should be. It’s a rainy day Monday, just a few days from the time change for the season, so incredibly dark.  Continue reading “Rainy Day Mondays”

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Working Mom Diary: Leaning In and Letting Go

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Greetings from Santiago, Chile!

Hello, my friends! It’s been too long. This blog is an outlet for me to think, vent and deal, in a very complicated life, and yet I tend to fail to take care of myself all of the time.

I want to say that I’ve not written for a good reason. The truth is that there is never a good reason not to take care of yourself. “I’ve been busy” feels a bit weak. “I’ve been traveling” is true, but again not an excuse for eight weeks of taking time to do something that I truly enjoy.

Ultimately, I’m not here to bash myself. I’m writing again and it feels amazing. Continue reading “Working Mom Diary: Leaning In and Letting Go”

Summer Break Sucks Sometimes

Full disclosure, I’ve been stalking the idyllic social media posts that most of my friends are posting for summer break with a mix of envy, joy (happy for them), and a tiny bit of rage.  Beaches, boat rides, water parks, even Disney.  Every day, someone seems to be doing something spectacular, while I race kids from one camp they hate to another, fight non-stop, and say “I’m bored” five million times. At moments, I feel like swearing off Facebook.

I found an article yesterday on Facebook that suggests working moms average a 98 hour work week. Ironically, I’d suggest that summer breaks force that number up by about 10 hours a week.

I have the good fortune to work from home full-time when I don’t travel. I do travel about 50% of the time, so being home for school pick up and drop off when I am home is amazing.  During the school year, this model is absolutely amazing. However, summer break adds a new dimension.  Even with camps and babysitters, how do you focus on work when three kids, aged 10, 8 and 4, are all walking around next to you most of the day.

The reality is – you can’t. From June to August, I’m stretched in so many different directions that I feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t think I’m alone.

Camps don’t start at the same time. Kids don’t want to do the same camps. Work never seems to slow down. It is absolutely and unbelievably overwhelming.

Today – after the kids got to stay up last night, nobody woke up on time. In between conference calls and email responses, I was dragging cranky kids out of bed to get dressed.  Rushing to get them out the door. Forgetting breakfast, forgetting backpacks. And to make matters even better, in the complete chaos of physically walking two children in to two locations with two sets of camps counselors, I noticed some strange and sad looks from the people I passed….BECAUSE my clothes were inside out!!!

The truth is that in these moments, I have to laugh. I know so many parents are in the same boat, desperately counting down the days until you can return to a routine and structured day without extra effort.

And I honestly don’t hate summer break, just the tough moments.

Can someone please just remind me that I’m not alone today? Because I need a break from summer break!

Bye Bye Tooth Fairy

The day finally came. I wasn’t ready but the kids were. We’ve been in the midst of a lost tooth bonanza, and my 8-year old lost her 4th tooth in as many months at summer camp on Wednesday. On Thursday morning, after finding $5 (I’ll explain later), she looked me in the eyes, with her brother next to her, and called me out on the tooth fairy.  Continue reading “Bye Bye Tooth Fairy”

Signs of a Special Dad

How do you write an homage to the men in your life that you love on their special day? How do you find a way to really articulate the beauty and perfection that you see in them, even when they are imperfect? The fathers in my life come in a so many shapes and sizes, with personalities to match, that there isn’t a lot that they do the same that fits in a neat blog post. When you are one of five, your husband is one of six, your dad is one of thirteen, and your mom is one of five, there’s a lot of material to pull from… Continue reading “Signs of a Special Dad”