By the time I dropped off the girls at daycare this morning I had already conducted a phone meeting for one of my jobs – managing editor at a local parenting newspaper. I kissed them goodbye, reminded them to make good choices, and headed a half hour south for a second meeting for a second job – co-creator of a website. (Still in very early days. Incredibly exciting.)
After a quick lunch with an old co-worker I raced to my new job (job #3) at Tiny Prints. For four hours I worked nonstop on a number of projects* and then I tidied up my desk and hurried back out.
I had 15 minutes to go get C and Little L from daycare, which is when my fourth job of the days started.
Now, you could argue that being a mommy isn’t really a job, or you could argue that it’s the hardest job of all. I just know that after a full day of work I still had to come home, cook dinner, clean up, wash little people, put them in pajamas, read them books, and put them to bed. Thank goodness for M. There’s no way I could have done it by myself.
If I had any energy left at the end of all that I’d turn my attention to my sorely neglected novel (job #6), but tonight that’s just not going to happen. It’s almost 10:30, I’m nowhere near done with job #5, and I just got a flurry of emails related to job #1.
I’m sure that soon this new routine will feel like just that, routine, but right now it’s feeling like a bit of a stretch. I’ll either get used to it or something will have to give. I just don’t know what it could be. Hopefully it won’t be my sanity.