Updating Life

standard October 31, 2011 Leave a response

It’s hard to believe that I started working for Tiny Prints two years ago.

Two years is a long time. And yet it went so fast.

Two years ago I had a preschooler and a toddler. Today I have two big girls who reason, make jokes, have smart conversations with me, play games, invent stuff, and just are so… big.

Two years ago I had little to no faith in my abilities as a social media marketer or writer. Today I’m feeling pretty good about what I know and what I want to do.

This morning I started going through my various online bios and “about me” pages. I thought I’d just have to update my work info, but it turns out that so much more than just that has changed in the last two years.

As it turns out, two years is a long time and as I read those bios and about me pages I feel like a different person wrote them. We’ve been through so much as a family and I’ve been through so much growth as a person, a blogger, a writer, a wife, and a mom.

I looked hard at my bios and thought about what to say, how to sum up all this change, how to portray myself accurately. And then I realized that the changes might feel momentous to me, to the rest of the world I’m still just me, only I happen to work at home again instead of in an office.

I’m still just a California Writer mama looking for balance between work and family.

Being away

standard January 17, 2011 9 responses

Our weekday routine is down pat.

I get up at 6:15 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, 6am on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I shower and have breakfast. At 7 the girls roll out of bed and head to the kitchen for breakfast, which I feed them while prepping C’s lunch, getting their clothes ready, and finishing my tea.

M eats with the girls and helps me get them dressed, then, while I’m brushing their hair he kisses us all goodbye and heads off to work. Shortly after I load the girls into the car and start the long morning commute.

I drop one off in one town, head 20 minutes away to drop the other off, then I head to Starbucks for my morning coffee and to get my own day started.

At 5:15 I retrace my steps, dashing from work to pick up Little L. As I’m hurrying to daycare M is making his way to C’s school to pick her up. We meet up at home around 6pm — just in time to feed the girls and get them ready for bed.

On nights when M can’t pick C up, I have to go from daycare to the school and then back south to our home. We get there around 6:45, making the evening a tad more challenging, but doable nonetheless.

When I go out of town things get a bit more hairy.

To get both girls to school and daycare on time, M has to be late for work. While L can be dropped off early, there is no early care for C. 8:30 is the earliest she can be dropped off, meaning there’s no way for M to be at work before 9. And in order to be at daycare by 5:30, he has to leave work by 4:45, which makes for a very short work day. Not ideal for those lawyer types.

Once in a while when I have to be out of town for a conference or a work trip we make it work. We call in help — relying on family and friends to collect one child while M is picking up the other. It works for a day here or a day there, but it’s not something we like doing often.

It’s looking like we’re going to have to get used to it. 

The Life Coach program that I want to attend is located in Sacramento, about a two hour drive from here. There are four three day seminars that have to be taken on site. Add to that a blog conference or two — key if I want to make a name for myself as a social media career coach — and now we’re talking 6 trips, 6 times when I really throw my family’s routine for a loop.

It’s the constant struggle that moms face. My dreams and aspirations versus the good of the family. 

We’ll plan, we’ll get help, we’ll prep the girls and make it work. It won’t be easy, but it won’t be the end of the world either. And in the end it’ll be well worth it.

I’ll get to spend at least 12 uninterupted nights in a hotel room.

I mean… I’ll have a career that allows me to be both fulfilled and the kind of mom I aspire to be. Ahem. Right. That’s totally why it’s worth it.