Confessions of a Professional Mom

Confessions of a Professional Mom

Professional mom seeking clarity, balance and a well deserved glass of wine.

You can scroll the shelf using and keys

My Time is Your Time (aka: This Shit Just Got Real)

February 5, 2016 , , , , , , , , , , , ,

yourtime_mytimeOf course every book, friend, grandmother and naysayer warns you that once you have that baby, your time will no longer be your own. Sure, but, it will be so worth it you won’t even notice that you no longer have a life. You’ll do it all out of love. And, you think to yourself, “Yeah, I’m excited to be a mom and it will only be hard in the beginning. We’ll get on a schedule and I’ll go back to work and then we’ll get you in school and it will all balance out. Let’s do this!”

There should have been a bonus chapter at the end of “What to Expect” called, DON’T READ UNTIL YOUR BABY TURNS 16: THIS SHIT JUST GOT REAL. (TM here)

The thing that no one tells you, before you have that sweet bundle of joy, (mostly because the authors don’t want to scare you-they won’t sell any more books and moms and grandmas have conveniently forgotten what it was like when you were 16-except for that whole cops at the door thing) is that once they turn 16 and you’re in the thick of it, your time will be sucked into the vortex of their time.

Your time is now their time.

What did parents do before smart phones and iCal? (as if I’m a millennial who has no clue of life before smart phones) I suppose they had a giant master calendar pasted to the refrigerator door to keep track of all the comings and goings of the family. It’s insanity, I tell ya!

There are days when I’ve seriously considered calling Uber to pick up my 8-year old because we’re running from one sports event to another with the older kid, I’ve got a client call at 4:45 and Mr. Confessions texts that he has a safety meeting at work that he forgot about. OMG, Calgon, take me away! #pursewine I have the utmost compassion for moms with more than two kids, as well as single parents who are going this solo. (@johnsonemma, I feel ya girl) Seriously!

This all got real for me at the beginning of this past week. I made a commitment to create a healthier infrastructure at work and at home; put some new systems in place to create a smoother flow each week and this included being mindful of my schedule. Planning my time more thoughtfully to create freedom–from reacting. Theoretically!

So, I sat down with my super cool #daniellelaporte #truthbomb planner and started plugging in the kids appointments, late starts, early starts, field trips, sports practices, games, lessons, winter formal, lights, camera, action! OMG I was already exhausted and it was only Sunday evening. The only time slots for ME were between the hours of 9 and 4:30 (the time I’m supposed to be uber creative business woman). …maybe I can look into cloning myself. Is it wine o’clock somewhere?!

Again, to be clear, I have an amazing husband and partner in crime. He’s a 50/50 kind of guy. I also have an amazing network of friends and a great family. I’m not lacking in any way. Other than squeezing into 24 hours per day all the stuff that needs to get done. I know, first world problems.

Without my “pHd in self help” and 50mg of Prozac each day, I think I’d be losing it about now. And, I only have two kids. I know people who have six. How do they do it?

How do you fit it all in? How do you plan your week and make it work without losing your mind? Of course, I wouldn’t trade my life or my kids for anything in the world. Some days are just more challenging than others and it feels good to admit it, own it and lean in to it.

What do you do when shit gets real? Own your shit, bury your shit, drown your shit or shovel it and move on?

Stay sane, my friends.



What do you think?

Please keep your comments polite and on-topic.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: