Can You Really Do It All?

We have all heard about the superwoman mom who is expected to juggle everything from the household to the kids to a busy parentfull-time job.

Before I had a baby, I thought I could easily manage it all.

After all, I had faced challenges in the past where colleagues left and their work was dumped on my desk without a problem.

I simply picked up where they left off and continued to do all of my own work.

Surely adding a baby to the mix wouldn’t be too much harder.

I don’t know that I have ever been so wrong about something in my life.

Having a baby has been a massive change in my life. On some levels, I expected the change. But I wrongly assumed that at least while he was small, I would be able to continue to work as I always had. It wouldn’t be until he was crawling and walking that things would truly become challenging.

Wrong again.

Trying to work from home with a newborn has been nearly impossible.

To those who have figured out a system, I applaud you.

I scoured the internet for ideas from other moms who had mastered a system.

What I found was moms who were getting up at 4am or going to bed at 2am in order to be able to work.

Where is the fun in that?

I decided to work from home nearly seven years ago so that I wouldn’t have to keep up with a schedule like that.

But I figured if it worked for them, maybe it would work for me as well.

So I tried it. I was so exhausted (since he wasn’t even coming close to sleeping through the night) that I could barely think straight much less work.

I considered it an accomplishment if I kept my eyes open.

Not to mention, any hope of quality time with him went out the window when I was being pulled in so many directions for 20 out of the 24 hours of the day.

I held out for 5.5 months trying everyone’s system that I could find.

Then I did it.

I admitted failure.

I can’t do it all.

And by trying, I wasn’t doing anyone any favors.

My work was suffering because I was doing it with a brain that was in desperate need of sleep, my son wasn’t getting quality time with me because I was so tired all the time and my husband, well, he was beginning to forget what I looked like.

So Plan B was implemented or would this be Plan X by this point? Not working was not an option for my husband or for me.

And that left daycare. Luckily, I was able to find a great place for him where good friends take their kids. This is his first week there.

The result?

I’m rested. My work is done.

My husband has seen me this week and my son and I are enjoying time that is completely uninterrupted each morning and afternoon.

So you may not be able to do it all but I certainly believe you can have it all.

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