I am drowning in a tangled, heavy, disorganized pile of stuff. You know, stuff. Mama stuff and work stuff and meetings that keep going long stuff and trying to say more than hello to my husband stuff and pregnancy stuff and taxes stuff and house cleaning stuff.... Just keeping on top of being hydrated seems like one more item to add to a to-do list that's turning into a very uninteresting dissertation. Life of a pregnant working mother circa 2009, as documented on a sticky pad, Outlook calendar, and scrap paper.
Balance? Ha. I'm so out of balance that the beat of a hummingbird's wings could send me sprawling. If I were to draw my life as a pie chart, distorted pieces would splinter off before I could even make a color-coded key. These days, finding a minute to breathe in and out feels like an accomplishment, especially now that I'm in the thick of the hormone-fueled pregnancy roller coaster. I feel like I'm whirling through the day, swinging past piles of papers and toys and stacks of emails and groceries, struggling to focus and not doing anything - not even reading the tongue-twisting story of the Lorax at bedtime - quite right. And those are the good days.
All this, and my second child has not yet entered the world. How will I ever handle things with two children, two hands, and one semi-functioning brain?
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