I vaguely hear the sounds of little feet padding into my room and feel 2 small bodies climbing into bed with me and my husband.
Tick, tick, tick. The day has begun. It’s 6AM.
Everyday I am racing the clock. It’s so cliché but there really seems to be too much to do with too little time to do it in. From the second I open my eyes each morning, I am being pulled apart everyday as I struggle to find balance in my life. I am torn between my husband, my children and trying to run my online business. I want to be able to do it all yet finding the happy medium is elusive. Is there some sort of secret magical formula that I just don’t know about or haven’t found yet? Or am I kidding myself that I can do it all? Most days I am running on fumes (or at least on the caffeine buzz of Coca-cola and/or cappuccino). I don’t want to be the absentee mother or wife but I want Scrapbooker’s Club House to be a success and that takes more time and effort than I ever knew it would. I am tired. Worn out and exhausted. I never feel rested. I have no idea what feeling rested means anymore. I got through bouts of insomnia for weeks at a time. I have been living like this for so long, it is almost normal.
Everyday I am racing the clock. For 16 hours every day I am trying to fit in all the work, love, and attention that my family needs while nurturing the growth of my small company. I have no concept of “me” time anymore. It’s been obliterated under a pile of other responsibilities that always seem more pressing. Like grains of sand in an hour glass, time keeps slipping away.
Everything is going too fast and I can’t stop it. Tick, tick, tick.