The Delicate Line Between Surfing and Drowning

I feel like I am going to be rambling here. I feel like I am having a hard time to finding the time to write. It’s just that I feel that The Babes are going through this transition phase. Thomas is napping less, and Marie needs a bit more of attention lately. So because there is less nap time, by the time I take care of stuff around the house and spend some time with Marie, there is little time left for anything else.

So I’ve tried to wake up earlier (like 5:45 a.m.) to have some alone time. Sometimes that works, but sometimes more sleep wins. Sometimes The Babes wake up at 6:30, so that doesn’t work either.

I’ve tried to write while they are watching their morning shows. However, the minute, the absolute minute I sit down, they find their way to me and the computer. No matter how engrossed they are in a show, if I sit down by myself or dial the phone, their little mommy antennas go off and send them right to me.

Night time is hard to stay motivated because I am so tired.

My first priority is taking care of The Babes. I know that they need me, and I am happy to be there for them. I know it’s not going to be like this forever. And to be truthful, I will be sad when it’s not. I mean, they are just so sweet. And I don’t want to look back and wish I spent more quality time with them.

And then I am getting ready to go to California for Harrington’s work conference again. (And if anyone has any restaurants that they recommend in Dana Pointe, please let me know). And I’m really excited, don’t get me wrong, but WOW, it’s a lot of work to find clothes that are not SAHM-wear, to get arrangements settled for The Babes, to get the house ready, to get things ready for upcoming birthday season. And this is all great because I love to travel and celebrate birthdays.


But . . . .

I just wish there was a tad bit more balance.

I feel like I am on this surfboard, and I am riding the wave, feeling pretty damn good that I figured out something that works. And then, from out of nowhere, this huge wave crashes in on me and all of a sudden, I am tumbling around the surf like a piece of drift wood. I am doing the best I can to keep my head above the water. I’m surviving. But surviving is not the same as surfing.

And if I had my sense of humor right now, this is how I would have said this:




(Just substitute “Valentine’s Day” for “weekend away”)

(That Mompeition. She’s brilliant).



So that’s where I am at right now.

How do you find balance in your life? I could use some suggestions.