Balance: I have none

There is nothing like sitting in the pediatrician’s office covered in vomit to knock you back into the real world.

In case you were confused, the ‘real’ world is the one where you make peanut butter and jelly for a sick 3-year old who insists her belly feels great and won’t upchuck Jiff on your couch.

Of course she pukes it and of course this comes after having thrown up all over the doctor’s office, the minivan, and the driveway.

Of course I am stupid for having let her eat the PB&J, but that’s not the point. The point is messy motherhood is a reality.

Messy, pukey, “I can get nothing done because kids have not been in school and I have laundry stacked everywhere and don’t ask me what is for dinner and no I haven’t finished all the thank you notes but hey did you see I BATHED one of two kids AND emptied the dishwasher” kind of reality.

I can’t do it all. I want to do it all. I TRY to do it all. However, I can’t do it all.

And with that in mind (snort) I’m going to be speaking at New Communications Forum in Sonoma Wednesday and Thursday. Because one session isn’t enough.

The only reason I will have clean clothes for this event is because my husband did the laundry. The only reason I’m ready for my sessions is because she helped with slides.

I’ll hook up the webcam a few times and pull over some guests for you to harass. Any suggestions?

…and did I mention I will be covering the PA primary from a hotel room. SIGH. I do see light at the end of the tunnel though, and it’s just down the way a bit…I think…I’m squinting…it’s there…really

Comments

  1. There’s a light. It’s at my house. Come on by and kick your shoes off. We’ll do the cooking. :)

    Seriously. You are an amazing person for all you do. Don’t forget to feed and water yourself on occasion. Okay? Seriously. :)

  2. FWIW Erin, I have such admiration for all you do. Hang in there kiddo. xo

  3. I feel your pain. My casualties last week– four outfits (mine), two beds (mine and his), and three of his own pjs. All within an hour. And my husband is out of the country. Our laundry is never “done.” Our house is only clean every other Friday when the cleaning lady comes, and I work full-time outside the home. Anyway, just wanted to let you know you’re not alone. I REALLY feel your pain!

  4. Sending good wishes for all of you. I hope Princess Peanut feels better soon. I’ve got a puking Sweet Pea on my hands today. Seriously, it NEVER ends. She puked at 5am and then again recently after I let her have apple juice and half a spoonful of cream of rice cereal. She REALLY wants to eat. I don’t know if we can handle it if I let her do that.

  5. If I was closer, I’d offer to give you a night off so you could do something fun just for yourself.

    And then I’d probably ask you to do the same for me, because BALANCE? What’s that? Is it one of those energy bars?

  6. This just gives the rest of us something to identify with you. XO

  7. Oh do I remember those days, however, I was never able to juggle as many balls in the air as you do. Glad you have some support. Sounds like your family is there to help. Hope all goes well and I love reading your stuff….you never are not interesting…

    hugs Dorothy from grammology
    remember to call gram
    http://www.grammology.com

  8. As a single dad, I know the feeling completely… Just wait till your kids are older and perfectly capable of helping out, but don’t. Ah, parenting.

  9. Ah, the glamourous life of the mommyblogger.

  10. Mmmm…Bringing back dreadful visions of two weeks ago when The Boy kept puking. And cost me a trip out of town.

  11. I don’t think I’ve been anywhere in the last 3 years where I didn’t have vomit, poop, spit up or dried snot marks somewhere on my person. My husband is constantly flicking debris off me when we go in public.

    Ah what the hell! Just embrace the chaos. And the puke.

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