Before kids, I had it all together. I could
recall facts and remember important things to do (and do them in a timely
manner). I was extremely organized in both my closets and my
daily happenings. I actually finished
tasks without starting and stopping them repeatedly. Basically, I didn't feel like the total scatterbrain that I
feel I have become since welcoming my darling child into this world
three-and-a-half years ago. Now, a normal day around here consists of me
losing my keys at least three times (sometimes I find them in hand when I'm
looking for them), racing around the house trying to get myself and my son out
the door, not being able to complete a sentence when I'm on the phone with friends, and settling
for clothes that have a little stain on them (but should anyone ask, I'm
prepared to say I spilled something on myself in the car). Once, I even
washed my face with my glasses on. I wish I were kidding!
So why is this worthy of writing about?
Because I CANNOT be the only one who feels this way after becoming a
parent. I’m begging you, someone, anyone...come out of hiding! Pardon
the political reference, but please help me feel more like the 99% and not the
1%.
As a frazzled, always-feeling-behind-the-eight-ball, stay-at-home mom,
how on Earth does my house not burn to the ground? It’s simple. When my little boy was born, my priorities shifted. Although I love having a clean house, plopping
on the couch after a long day trumps scrubbed floors any day. As for recalling facts and remembering
important things to do, well, recalling the lyrics to “I’ve Been Working on the
Railroad” ranks much higher than recalling my “To Do” list. In 2027 when Reese is eighteen, I’ll
resume having a tidy house, wear clean clothes, and have complete conversations
with friends. Until then, it’s
business as usual…wait, where are my keys?
