I started writing a post just over a month ago about how my hobbies were taking over my life, but I never got around to finishing it. Because now life has taken over my life.
At the beginning of May, I started working full-time. I think it would have been a challenge anyway to try to keep on top of keeping the kids clothed and fed and happy, and getting laundry and dishes and key household tasks done, and keeping our marriage connected, and I’m not actually sure how anyone does it.
But in addition to all that normal stuff, Tommy broke his leg the first Tuesday in May (not exactly my second day of work, but my second day as a full-time employee). That involved a couple days off work for each of us, as well as a lot more hands-on effort to take care of him. I’ve also had two separate colds since the beginning of May, and everyone but me had some sort of stomach virus this whole past week. Steffen and I both have birthdays in May, which, needless to say, were non-events.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this. I don’t really want to whine about things, because my job is great (though stressful, because I want to excel), my family is wonderful, and I look forward to both getting up in the morning and going to bed at night in a more consistent way than I think I ever have in my life. It’s just a lot, you know? Like, I’m treading water, and I’m a good swimmer, and the water is warm, but there are limits.
So how do people actually do this, anyway? When we aren’t all sick and broken will it be significantly easier? Or perhaps I should consider working 4 days a week (I think this might be the answer).
- My goal for the year was to get better at photography, which I did (good enough that I felt seriously limited by Steffen’s kit lens). But then I also became mysteriously obsessed with sewing and started dyeing wool, and of course I’m still knitting, and trying to blog, write patterns, and maintain the software I wrote as an academic, none of which is actually happening.
- On a related note, normally I shower with the kids. It’s fun, and cute, and it offers the added bonus that I shower every day. Broken leg = cast = no showers for Tommy = less frequent showers for all of us.