Work Life Balance

SAHM No More: My SAHM Schedule Was Busy, But Doesn’t Compare To My Working Mom Schedule

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This is my schedule now:

7:00 – Both boys jump on my bed around now, like warm puppies who want to play. In this case, though, these warm puppies just want breakfast. Instead of getting up to make them eggs or pancakes, I remind them that there is fruit and frozen waffles and that they know how to work the toaster.
7:30 – Walk the actual warm puppy. Question the intelligence of having a dog in New York City. Mentally calculate how much a dog walker costs. Stop calculating because it’s too depressing. Pick up poop.
8:30 – Walk kids to school. Have no time to stop and chat with anyone because I have to rush home and change into work clothes.
9:00 – Contemplate a quick shower. Instead spray my head with dry shampoo. Realize too late that I’ve used too much dry shampoo. My hair looks like a powdered wig. Try furiously to brush it out. Put on clothes that I can’t remember if I wore the day before or not.
10:00 – In the office. Work. I love work. But it’s work. Stay relatively glued to my chair for most of the day. Butt cramps ensue.
3:30 – Realize I haven’t eaten anything all day. The sugar in my coffee does not count. But I’m leaving work in less than two hours, so I don’t want to spend 30 minutes getting lunch now.
4:45 – Worry that everyone in my office can hear my stomach growling. Put in earphones so that at least I can’t hear it growling.
6:00 – Pick up kids and head home.
6:45 – Consider getting dinner delivered but realize guiltily that I’ve done that three of the last seven nights. Make them macaroni and cheese. For the second time in seven nights.
10:00 – Kids go to bed. I sprawl on couch, eye the twelve-issue-high stack of New Yorkers on the floor. Laugh/cry. Fall asleep on the couch.
12:00 – Wake up so that I can take off my shoes and take out my contacts. Crawl into bed so that I can start again tomorrow.

So, yeah. There’s a big difference in those schedules. And I’m not saying that being a SAHM means yoga and relaxation for everyone—especially not if you have a child who is too young for school. But I am saying that I have no time to eat some days. And so the advice of my mother has never seemed more wise. Now I take whatever chance I can get to squeeze in a little nap or a little me time because, when I really stop to look at my schedule, I almost never have that time. And there’s no solution to it that I can see really, not the way things currently are in my life. So, I sprint the week in a kind of mad dash only to better appreciate my weekends, which look a little something like this:

7:00 – Kids wake up. I let them pile in my bed with books and I sleep a little more.
8:00 – Walk the dog.
8:30 – Make a big breakfast for everyone.
9:00 – Rest.
12:00 – Rest.
6:00 – Rest.
10:00 – Bed time.

It’s a new kind of heaven.

(Photo: Alan Poulson Photography/Shutterstock)

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