Relax, mama: Working mom balance is always a work-in-progress
When did guilt ever make you better at anything?

Sometimes a mama's life feels a little like keeping 100 spinning plates in the air.
Her job, her house, her marriage, the kids, her health and wellbeing. All of those things could sap a 24-hour-day with no effort. Add in potential extras like church/community involvement or caring for an extended family member and you've got a woman who is probably craving balance in it all, because it all demands so much of her. Or, she's craving a nap. That was—and is—me, at least. At the end of a work week with a few late nights at the office, I'll do the math and figure out that I've spent a max 90 minutes each day with my daughter. These aren't fun, family-bonding minutes. These are move-along-to-the-next-thing minutes. Getting her up and ready for daycare. Getting her home, fed, bathed, and in bed. Or the opposite is true—after a few days of a sick baby at home, I'll carry around this subtle, ever so slightly panicky feeling that I'm a million years behind at work and everyone at the office thinks I'm a slacker because I was home with my kid.
Her job, her house, her marriage, the kids, her health and wellbeing. All of those things could sap a 24-hour-day with no effort. Add in potential extras like church/community involvement or caring for an extended family member and you've got a woman who is probably craving balance in it all, because it all demands so much of her. Or, she's craving a nap. That was—and is—me, at least. At the end of a work week with a few late nights at the office, I'll do the math and figure out that I've spent a max 90 minutes each day with my daughter. These aren't fun, family-bonding minutes. These are move-along-to-the-next-thing minutes. Getting her up and ready for daycare. Getting her home, fed, bathed, and in bed. Or the opposite is true—after a few days of a sick baby at home, I'll carry around this subtle, ever so slightly panicky feeling that I'm a million years behind at work and everyone at the office thinks I'm a slacker because I was home with my kid.