Does every mom feel that they have it the hardest? I sure did this week.
I felt envious of the stay-at-home mom that has no job. At least she’s not pulled in two completely different directions every day. And I felt so envious of the mom who works. At least she has a set time to do her job and can get away from the kids. And I even wished I was the mom who owned her own business out of the home. At least she doesn’t constantly have work beckoning to her and kiddos screaming for her simultaneously.
No, this week I definitely felt the stay-at-home mom with her own business in her home had to be the most exhausted person on the planet. How does she do it? How did I get through the week?
The kids came first, that’s a given. Their needs were met. They were fed, dressed, played with, loved, and cared for. And since Nathan was feeling under the weather, I helped with the kids a little more during the evenings than I wanted to.
And the house was a priority. Dishes were a constant to keep up with dirty bottles. But still the sink never seemed empty enough. Laundry was done over a few days. But I never seemed to reach the bottom of mine and Nathan’s hamper. Carpets were vacuumed. Floors were mopped. Toys were picked up every night. But everything dusty stayed so. And the yard and garden remain an embarassment. Couldn’t get to everything.
And work? Orders, phone calls, and e-mails beckoned to me every time I neared the studio door. I was able to dedicate a couple of hours each night to work (up until midnight almost every night), but it still wasn’t enough. Although I got through every clients’ orders, I still haven’t gotten to the Montessori’s school photos. And there are still phone calls and e-mails to return, an ad for the Hill Country Family magazine to create, bills to pay, and prints to package.
When will it all be over? Who knows? The overwhelming fear of not being able to get to everything done by the weekend drove me to tears earlier in the week. But now I’m just dealing with the fact that I feel I’ve got the hardest job of any mom. I know I’m a trooper and can get through this tough time (besides, I have to realize how blessed I am to be this busy during a recession). And I’m looking forward to a weekend visiting my grandparents and spending time on the beach. Ah… wind, waves, and sand between my toes. My reward!
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