The Dream...

Some days I wonder how I ended up in this life...in fact, all I seem to do lately is ask myself questions about my life decisions. Married for a second time, first-time mom to a beautiful one-year old girl, working for the same company since college...

How did I get here? The really funny thing is that while I wonder how I got here, I don't remember where it was I THOUGHT that I would be. I don't remember ever imagining an exotic life...traveling the world with some exciting job, no commitments, just myself to please. That never was the dream, but I don't actually know what I thought the dream was. I have the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, successful career, with a house on the corner, picket fence and two dogs in the yard. So what I really wonder is why do I feel some days like everything is wrong? While some days all I need is little O to wrap her arms around my neck to feel special, most days I feel like something is amiss. Maybe it is because I am so consumed in getting through every day and keeping everything going that I don't have time to dream? Maybe THAT is how I lost the dream?

Bigger words than "no"!

Ever feel like the only word in your vocabulary is "no"? Okay...occasionally it gets altered to "please don't touch" or "get down", but it is all a variation of no. Between little O who is just 16 mos and the two dogs, somedays that seems to be the only word I know. The conflict I am currently having over this is due to the fact that as a working mom, I am home only on weekends and Mondays...working four tens the remainder of the week. I always envisioned my weekends and Mondays at home to be these carefree days of play and fun with my daughter...instead, it turns into a constant battle of trying to do the chores around the house, chase a toddler, and yell at the two dogs who spend all of their time looking for things to pee on in order to let me know how much they enjoy having a little sister. I actually long for Tuesday mornings some weeks...work is like a vacation for me, where I can focus on something other than my family, feel productive, and use bigger words than "no". Is it just me who feels like work is sometimes a refuge?

Super Moms Unite

Hmmmm.... been thinking about setting up a blog for quite some time and am finally doing it. Reason? Well, if nothing else happens, at least I can feel comfortable "talking" out my troubles to no one and everyone...even if I should talk them out with the people who need to hear them. This could be good practice, right?!

Do all working moms feel like they have to be supermom????? It never seems to be enough... take care of little o, husband, be a good employee, make sure the house is (sort of) clean, groceries in the pantry, tp in the bathroom, etc. Do you ever feel like if you make one little slip, the whole thing will fall apart?

So, for all of the working moms out there, trying to be "super"...I hope this is a place that you can find some peace, and maybe even some humor over all of the things we do daily to try and keep it all working...