How much is too much?

I had no idea how hard it would be when I became a mom. It probably doesn’t help that when you become a mom, the rest of the world does not suddenly go away. Before having my daughter I was already a wife, step-mom, daughter, sister, full time employee and student, among other things. Having a child meant one more huge commitment. Nothing else went away and more hours didn’t suddenly materialize for each day.

Stressed mom

It's not unusual for me to feel like this during the day

It has been a struggle to find the time to manage everything I have to do. Many days I feel that I do not do very well at any of my obligations. I have little time to cook an actual meal, clean my house, workout or take some good ol’ me time. I end a lot of days feeling like I’m a horrible mom and I’m not doing enough.

I’m blessed in that I have a husband that does more than many for our household. He does such a good time trying to take care of me and the kids. But he has his plate full as well – in addition to having a full time job he’s also a father, a student, and he spends one weekend a month making sure he’s ready to defend our country at moment’s notice, should the need arise. Obviously, he’s stretched pretty thin, too. Utilizing family to help is not much of an option, as both of our families are so far away.

Worst of all, I know I’m not the only mom, or person, in this boat. So many of us have too much on our plates and not enough hours to get it all done. How do you decide what’s most important so you can prioritize? Is there anything you can really let slip through the cracks?

I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I simply cannot do it all. If I keep on the way I’m going, something is going to break, most likely my marriage, my health or my sanity. Some time ago I posted about wanting to be a stay home mom. Unfortunately that wasn’t an option a year ago, and it’s still not. I also don’t think it’s the answer to what I’m going through right now. But I needed to start thinking outside of the box, and luckily I was able to figure out a possible solution. It may not work for everyone, but I sure hope it works for me. I’ll post more on this soon…

Throwback Thursdays – DeBarge

Corny fact about me, but one of my favorite movies of all time is The Last Dragon. The summer that I turned 16 I think I watched it more times than I could count (and my have subjected my sister to it as well). I love the movie so much that at the end of the movie when DeBarge is on the screens in the club singing “Rhythm of the Night” I always want to get up and dance, too. Luckily my hubby loves this movie, too. So he doesn’t laugh at me too much when I make a fool of myself.

This week’s song from DeBarge takes it down a notch and definitely puts me in the mood for romance. I hope it makes you feel that way, too.

Get more DeBarge here or download on iTunes.

The date that wasn’t a date

Ever had one of those days when you feel like you’re in an alternate universe?  That’s what it was like the first time my (now) hubby and I went on a date.  Actually, it didn’t even start off as a date. We started off as coworkers, but we saw each other through some difficult relationships and became friends. Later, when we were both we would hang out from time to time.  

The plan was to meet up at Roscoe’s House of Chicken Waffles in the LBC. We were going to go next door to check out their little jazz spot, but interestingly enough one of the musicians broke his hand and there was no music that day.  We stopped for a drink though, and one of the people working their mentioned that it was a good date place.  Quickly I said “oh no, we’re not on a date.”  Immediately it was like a big “oops” moment.  I didn’t want to insult B, but I didn’t want him to think I thought it was a date.  Very confusing.

So we went next door, ate, talked about stuff and decided to head to the next spot.  We moved over to this little crappy bar in Long Beach.  That’s where the fun begins.  Seemed like that night I must have taken love potion number nine.  The place was tiny, but every, well almost every, red blooded guy, in the place was giving me attention, and even a chick, too!  

This one woman, obviously drunk as a skunk, kept trying to touch my butt and singing “Baby Got Back.” (Maybe my butt is a tad big.) It was hilarious, but you probably had to be there.  The bouncer, who came up to my chin (I never said they were all studs) kept trying to talk to me and impress me with his martial arts prowess.  An older fellow was trying to teach me how to play pool (I suck), and at least two other guys were openly flirting with me.  

This kind of stuff never happens to me, so it was crazy that it was happening the same night I was hanging out with B. Anyway, from the bar we went to his friend’s house and the three of us stayed up all night talking and listening to music.  At the end of the night when he dropped me off at my car he kissed me goodbye and the rest is of course, history.

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