So I have been on a break from blogging for a while. Not just a week (which is like forever in social media), but like a break where I basically nurtured and coddled my very linear one-track mind for what appears to be over a year. To my credit, I was pregnant the last time I posted and now I have a thirteen month old, so maybe that counts. Quite honestly, I don’t know how I became the ‘so not able to do more than one thing at a time’ kind of girl. I could probably make about a hundred excuses like nap schedules for the little ones, preschool drop off/pick up (the time seems to just slip away like a pocket full of change in Vegas), grocery shopping, dishes, watching The Chew, The View and Pingu, resting, laundry…and this is when the mom with five children “x’s” out of my page rolling her eyes and muttering at her computer slash smart phone screen ”whatever.”
I haven’t been completely removed from
lurking spending my time perusing and reading researching other blogs. In fact, I have found the blogs of some pretty remarkable women. One night last week I decided to forego my usual Netflix roulette watching time and ended up reading mommy blogs until the wee hours of the night (that would be 10:30 p.m. in my world) – it was kind of my “get fired up” time like virtual chest bumping or bouncing wildly in a pre-game internet huddle time. What I found was that these blogs were just all SO good! These women have way more children than me, have adopted children, they work, they write, they blog, they teach, they have public speaking engagements, they are enduring painful and tedious medical treatmets and nary a one of them seems to be stymied by an inability to do more than one thing at a time. In fact, their genius (at least to me) is that they do all this stuff…get ready to be amazed…AT THE SAME TIME. I actually fell out of my chair after I typed that.
I know what the problem is. In fact, I have diagnosed it with acute precision. I can do this to myself and others because I have an undergraduate degree in Psychology, a Masters in Clinical Psychology and spent nearly three years as a trainee and intern and even though I don’t have a license nor do I practice now, I pretty much know everything. Although, my therapist might think otherwise. Anyway, back to the problem. The problem is that I used to be able to do a lot more before I had children AND I wasn’t tired. This perceived ability to mulit-task combined with the power of eight or (gasp!) sometimes nine hours of uninterupted sleep (which by the way if being well rested was a superhero power, I would totally take that one over flying or invisibility any day of the week and twice on Sunday)…where was I? Right, perceived sense of multi-tasking and being well rested…okay, these things gave me a false confidence that I would be able to continue at said high level functioning once I had children and potentially without even one drop of coffee! Note to self: put padded cushion next to chair while blogging to avoid needless pain after falling out of said chair due to astonishing and impressive revelation.
So now, I read these super great blogs about moms doing all this super stuff and I know they are tired, I know they’ve been pooped or barfed on (probably this week) and I completely appreciate their time and effort in sharing the day in, day out lives of working or stay at home moms. I am also inspired to get in gear and start blathering away to no one in particular about the minutae (and sometimes very chunky emotional stuff) that is my life. Because at the end of the day we are all in this together. So there’s that, now I need to rest.