It's 20h16. I'm on my second glass of shiraz-viognier and Benjamin has just vomited in his cot. He does this when he has a cold, when he has a virus, when he has a temperature, when he is upset, when he is teething, when it's Tuesday etc etc. It's always horrible. He's always distressed afterwards and so am I. You'd think we'd be used to it by now, given that in 18 months, he's hurled more times than I've said phuque.
He is now screaming blue murder and my husband has just asked if I have chloroform. Nice.
I have a client at 7am and am bound to have a hangover. My liver ain't what it used to be and let's be honest: shiraz-viognier is not what you should be drinking when you have a hurler next door. Likely to be a rough night. (and a rougher morning) So be it. Sometimes you need liquor.
I have a good 3 hours of work to do before I can sleep and right now, I feel like I could toss it all and become a stay-at-home mom. Sick of working almost every night so I can have good daylight hours with my boys; tired of being too tired to have a conversation with my husband at night; gatvol of feeling pressured, suffocated, perplexed.
Is there actually such a thing as a 'working mom' that manages to do both...properly? I know that I can't forego one. If I don't mother, I will ache; if I don't work, I will go bonkers. But doing both, and running a home and being a wife and having some semblance of a life...I don't think it's possible. Maybe on another planet where days are longer (and women are robots), but here on earth, I'm not sure that you can truly 'have it all'.
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