Elizabeth recently wrote a great article in The Lounge section of Urbanmoms.ca about being a working mom. It rang true for me, for so many reasons.
I’m a new mom who has just returned back to work. Although The Boy is being cared for in my home, the logistics of living in the suburbs and commuting into Toronto every day, with a baby at home, has become somewhat of a nightmare.
Surviving on coffee and adrenaline is the norm for me now- and I thought that stage stopped when the newborn phase ended!
Here’s my day:
5 am-ish: Wake-up
5:15 am: Shower (if no one else is up…I’m talking to you, The Boy!), get ready, pray I can find something clean to wear, sort or fold at least one pile of laundry
6 am: Make breakfast, lunch, coffee and more coffee, try to remember to pull something out of the freezer to thaw for dinner
6:45 am: Leave for Toronto…usually in a harried rush leaving at least one item behind that I have to turn around and come back for
8 am (or earlier if I’m lucky…or if it’s a Friday, because no one goes to work on Friday apparently!): Arrive at work
*my work day varies as a rotary teacher, so I won’t bore you with the marking and copying, etc…*
4:00 pm: Leave work, usually in a harried rush, forgetting at least one item that I have to turn around and go back for
5:00 pm: Run inside, kiss my boy (who I think is starting to miss me, by the way), throw something healthy and fast on the stove or in the oven
5:45 pm: Dinner. Always an adventure.
6:15 pm: Bath. Splash.
7:00 pm: Night time bottle (his only bottle of the day…which makes me feel so sad because it reminds me of how many bottles he used to take in a day and how “grown up” he is now that he drinks out of a sippy) and cuddle time. This is really our only time to hang out alone together and I love it.
7:30 pm: Bed (The Boy, not me)
8:00 pm: CLEAN (I am so behind), laundry, prep tomorrow’s dinner and lunches, attack my piles of marking, attempt to squeeze in a few words with my husband, blog or finish writing articles
11:00 pm (on a good night): Sleep.
Now, I’m not writing this as a woe-is-me-pity-party post. Instead, I wrote this down earlier today thinking, how normal is this? Is it normal to feel like all you do is work- work at home, work with your child, work at work. Other then my twice weekly Booty Camp Fitness class, I do almost nothing during the week except work.
I suspect that I’m not alone in this type of schedule. In fact, I am almost positive that most of you have much more harried days then I do. However, this working outside of the home with a baby at home is pretty new to me and the adjustment has been, honestly, overwhelming. There are just not enough hours for me to get done all that I used to or need to, even with working through lunches/breaks at school. I just don’t know how other mothers do it.
I feel like nothing gets all of me. When I’m at home, I think about everything I have to get ready for the next day at work. When I’m at work, I think about everything I have to do at home. Every moment, no matter where I am, I’m thinking about my boy.
So I wonder, does it ever get easier? Is there ever a way to find that work/life balance that I’ve heard about but have yet to experience? Is the day in the life of a working mom meant to be this way?