Omg, omg — are both girls really in bed at 8:45? Are the dishes really done, and do I really have nothing to do until my husband comes home from a late work dinner?? Let me raise a toast to myself with this glass of red wine I am drinking alone, which goes perfectly with the week-old chocolate birthday cake I am eating! And chocolate-covered strawberries!!
I feel like I haven’t had a moment to breathe in months. Baby Sis was born in June, after which I took a few months off from work. In September I started working from home, doing special projects for the firm 8-10 hours per week. (I work when Baby Sis is sleeping, or sitting in my lap while I pound away on the computer.)
But even with a light workload for the office, I’m always busy. My mom-workload just never seems to lighten up. Every day I feel like I’m bouncing around in a pinball machine, shooting precariously from one task to the next — of course while lugging around a heavy diaper bag, car seat and a massive stroller — just trying not to drop the ball.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. My days aren’t a physical or logistical (or emotional) piece of cake. But I am probably having one of the best times in my life, right now, while the girls are small and I get to spend extra time with them.
Still, I cherish nights like these — a little peace and quiet for mama.