When it comes to juggling work and parenting, a number of balls have been dropped this week. In fact I’m not too sure many are left in the air. I’ve failed in spectacular fashion and now I’m left playing an impossible game of catch up.
I’m ironing clothes as I need them. I’ve a pile of paperwork I’ll never get to the bottom of. Somewhere in that pile of paperwork is my new debit card. I need to find it by the end of the month. I need to put in secondary school applications by the end of the month too. Somewhere in the building there’s a form I need to fill in.
IJ’s hair hasn’t been washed. There’s a pile of unopened mail at the door and I’ve not even had time to do an Internet shop. Yesterday IJ’s packed lunch consisted mainly of chocolate. Not many mothers would admit to that.
It’s a busy time. I’ve become a little overwhelmed. On my to-do list it says write a to-do list. The last to-do list is out of date.
And it’s not even Friday yet.
I’m writing this on a train. Next to me there’s a lady holding a phone to her ear. She isn’t saying anything. She’s just listening.
She’s listening to her husband reading a bedtime story to their young daughter. Her daughter knows she is there.
I’m intruding on a family moment somewhat. But it does tell me something, thankfully.
I’m far from alone in all this. There are many many parents in the same boat.
It’s tough at times.