I'm flirting with a dangerous line...the line between being scheduled and over scheduled. This post comes to you at 4:49 a.m. as I nurse Nora. In fact, it's a safe bet that any post you've read on this blog in the last two months has been written, edited, or scheduled during the middle of the night. {insert joke about the declining quality of the writing, because I'm too tired to think if one}
This isn't because Nora is a particularly bad sleeper, because she really isn't. It's just that life is that scheduled that this is where blogging fits right now. From the moment I wake up, until the moment I crash into bed, I feel like I have something I need to be doing. Between the kids, work, my relationship and maybe a tiny social life, I feel like I've built a house of cards.
And a lot of the time I really like what I'm doing, don't get me wrong. But, I'm starting to feel the pinch of being a work-at-home mom. Starting to feel like I'm failing at everything because I can't ever just focus my attention on one thing.
I can't sit and play with Henry as much as I like. I can't blog as much as I want. My house is a mess. Work invoices pile up. Projects are left half done.
It's just hard, this work-at-home mom thing. I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I'm feeling like any second, this little house of cards could just come crumbling down.
Please tell me I'm not alone. Do you ever feel this way?