The story of my life
Wanna life-trade for a day? Imagine this:
-- 8am conference call. No really. Here's the full picture. Naked kid giggling hysterically after a bath in front of me. Cell phone in the crook of an already tired neck (2nd call of the morning), trying to dress the wiggling off spring--while sitting on the floor, half dressed myself. And then being asked a question. While negotiated the day's clothing. When can you just refuse to unmute?
-- Call number 3. In car. Half way to work. Child screaming for an instant breakfast. Pop Tart. maybe chips. Maybe juice box. Maybe nothing. Oh yes, more questions that need answering on the conference call.
-- 4 hours later. On yet another conference call. Knowing it is right (in the business sense) to pick up another project. Realizing I losing my handle on sanity quickly. There aren't enough hours in the day.
-- It was after 3:30pm before I went to bathroom for the first time that day.
-- It was after 4pm and I still hadn't eaten a thing.
-- I cooked dinner while on a yet another conference call.
-- It was after 10pm and I was still working. Does that count as over-time? Or comp-time? Please tell me I am not alone in the chaos.
And lastly, this craziness (oh, sorry, I mean routine) is normal these weeks. So normal, my son asks me--in a matter of habit-- if I am on a conference call before he speaks to me.
So, my offer stands. Life-swap?
-- 8am conference call. No really. Here's the full picture. Naked kid giggling hysterically after a bath in front of me. Cell phone in the crook of an already tired neck (2nd call of the morning), trying to dress the wiggling off spring--while sitting on the floor, half dressed myself. And then being asked a question. While negotiated the day's clothing. When can you just refuse to unmute?
-- Call number 3. In car. Half way to work. Child screaming for an instant breakfast. Pop Tart. maybe chips. Maybe juice box. Maybe nothing. Oh yes, more questions that need answering on the conference call.
-- 4 hours later. On yet another conference call. Knowing it is right (in the business sense) to pick up another project. Realizing I losing my handle on sanity quickly. There aren't enough hours in the day.
-- It was after 3:30pm before I went to bathroom for the first time that day.
-- It was after 4pm and I still hadn't eaten a thing.
-- I cooked dinner while on a yet another conference call.
-- It was after 10pm and I was still working. Does that count as over-time? Or comp-time? Please tell me I am not alone in the chaos.
And lastly, this craziness (oh, sorry, I mean routine) is normal these weeks. So normal, my son asks me--in a matter of habit-- if I am on a conference call before he speaks to me.
So, my offer stands. Life-swap?
Labels: life, motherhood, working
