Every so often I like to remind Home-Ec 101 readers that life isn’t magazine and snapshot perfect. It’s really easy, when you live your life semi-publicly on the web to only present the best and gloss over the less perfect moments of life.
I work from home, in addition to running this site, Home-Ec 101, I am the Home Channel Editor of BlissfullyDomestic.com, I am the speaker coordinator for the Type-A Parent Conference, I maintain a few other websites, and I volunteer some of my time with Cooking With the Troops.
Two of our kids attend a virtual charter school, which means five days a week, six hours a day are dedicated to their schooling.
My husband works a fun -visualize air quotes here- schedule known as rotating shifts. Half of his working hours he’s on day shift and the other half he’s on night shift. These shifts are twelve hours long, throw in a commute, a quick session in the gym, and when he’s on, there’s barely time for a, “How was your day?” before he falls into bed.
Life apparently wasn’t full enough, so I decided to take on another big -secret until I sign- project. I’ll replace this with the actual news as soon as I have the all clear.
So, you know what I’ve gone and done?
I’ve hired help with the kids.
I’ll still be home and available as needed, but I’m going to learn to delegate. I have this feeling I’m going to value the fun things more, when they aren’t just another interruption. I’ve been struggling with an emotional funk for a while now and I think maybe it stems from trying to be too many people in the same day.
I knew I was in trouble when a few weeks ago someone mentioned that the cut off for enlisting in the Army is 35 and I just couldn’t stop daydreaming about that idea. If boot camp sounds like a treat, perhaps some things need to change. Let me phrase it a way those of you who REALLY know me will understand. It’s gotten so bad that I’ve quit cooking and resorted to throwing together casseroles for dinner. Casseroles I have no appetite for. You know it’s not good when I’ve lost my love of food, cooking, and photography.
Perhaps to you, I just sound like another over-privileged woman complaining about first world problems. That’s fine, you’re welcome to your opinion.
However, I’ve decided to take my own advice and cut myself some slack. I don’t have to do it all; perfect isn’t real. I want to continue down this career path that I’ve started and it’s long past time to quit trying to shove it in around the edges before I burn out completely.
So, there you go, no one has it all together all the time, certainly not me.
The Sunday Confessional is open, what do you have to get off your chest?