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