Real Mom Life, Making it Work

Being mom means being the ultimate multitasker, squeezing things in whenever you can, and trying to do most things with a companion of questionable temperament.

My friend Georjie snapped this pic while she was highlighting my hair one afternoon. It’s not exactly a glamorous shot, but it’s a little peek into daily “mom life.” Me trying to get things done with a little guy at my feet.

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I’m most likely checking an Instagram post while my son plays on the floor of the salon. We were lucky that it was empty that day because he didn’t want to sit quietly and watch TV or his iPad. And I was lucky to have met someone who worked at a cute little salon in the back of a boutique who was OK with having my son scurry around while she did my hair.

We made it work. That’s what moms do. All day, every day.

I Don’t Want to do The Thing

So, this is me today:

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I keep sitting down and trying to do The Thing I’m supposed to be doing and it’s just not happening. Actually typing about not doing it is the closest I’ve gotten to doing it. And therefore, I’m almost giving myself a pat on the back for half-assly doing The Thing without trying. Good good! You wrote 61 words so far, write just a few more and we can call it good enough and press publish.

I haven’t had much time to actually sit down and think today, and in the few moments I have been able to have computer time it’s like all my thoughts just get jammed up and then come lumbering out in a weird cumbersome way. So then I just scroll through Facebook until my son realizes he hasn’t asked me for food in the last seven minutes and I have to go back into Mom/servant mode.

There are actually a TON of things I could be doing on the blog right now. Products to review, SEO to brush up, drafts to edit, photos to resize…and I just don’t feel like doing a darn thing. My fire seems to have fizzled a bit today. Life kept throwing things at me. Like if I was the fire and those things were snowballs. So one by one they piled up and now I feel sort of like a pile of unmotivated slush.

But tomorrow is a new day. Time to shake it off. Try again. See if I can catch that spark. My fire may go up and down, but everything is fine as long as I make sure that pilot light never goes out.