Out Here: Doing The Mom Juggle
Monday, May 3rd, 2010
Monday mornings are my ME time. I get five hours to write, drink coffee, research stories, and work out. It’s bliss. I actually look forward to Mondays. But all bets were off and my plans came grinding to an ugly hault at 7:30 this morning when one of the twins had a rashy face and fever. Om. Switch gears. No time, no research. No work out. It’s The Mom Juggle. And it goes like this…Brush kick right out of bed, brush kick left to get the kids dressed, jump through hoops to get out the door, get them to school on time and remember to pack snacks and lunches, and repeat. Add some graceful negotiations, some flashy side steps to get work and laundry done, and finish with a big leap of faith that everyone is healthy and happy.
When the juggle fails, it’s a mess that no one wants to witness. We brush ourselves off, practice (maybe the two step can fit in somehow?) and improvise.
Today’s story is my improvise. No feature interview, no researched story on a subject of interest, an honest blog about my day so I can get back to hugging the boy who stayed home.
