The lines between “real job,” “day job,” and “career” seem to get blurred over the weekend. Instead of spending my Saturday and Sunday relaxing from my 9-5/M-F day-job, I spend it completing a myriad of activities or chores to take care of my real job as a parent, marriage partner and homeowner. The stress of making sure I succeed in my weekday position and ensure it is a career that helps pay for our life as parents and partners carries over into my level of ability to motivate myself to get all of this other stuff done at home and be a Zen-Mom, Out-of-this-World-Wife and Happy Homemaker. And vice versa – the stress of not being able to keep our house in order, our kids healthy/clean/argue-free 100% of the time, our marriage as sturdy as the Cleavers but with lots of extra spice, and our budget on track effects my competence as an employee for someone else.

Then add on top of that, my deepest heart’s desire to be a published writer in my own right who frequently participates in spoken-word performances.

I know I’ve written out before the mathematical equivalence of how many hours each of these responsibilities to myself, my family and my employer takes and it does not compute into anything near reality based on the current theories of the space-time continuum.

Please note: I understand I am not alone in these struggles. I recognize there are millions of working moms out there who go through this. I write about it here in wonderment of how many other women out there let these daily situations of necessity get them down so low that they want to hide away in a distant land under a different name, new hair color and much cooler outfits.

We should start some sort of group together where our anthem is “Hey, I hear ya and I totally get it. I’ve already packed my bags, picked out my new name, and have my appointment at the hairdresser for my move to Shangri-La.”

Of course, starting a group like that would require some time to organize and coordinate. Then there would be the time spent getting together to recite our anthem and come up with ways to accomplish everything we want to get done more efficiently. Let’s not forget the time it would take to implement these awesome plans, learning curves for those they will affect and general maintenance.

Maybe it would be easier to master Einstein’s theory of relativity and build my own time machine making it possible to be in multiple places at once.

Or, I could believe “enough is enough” for today, celebrate whatever victories I did achieve, mourn the losses and chill the fuck out.

🙂 Peace.

When I sleep wrong, I end up with a crick in my neck that goes all the way down behind my right shoulder blade. Always my right shoulder blade.

I spend the rest of the day tilting my head to the left, pulling on the muscle trying stretch out the knot. It never works and it screws my entire attitude toward the day.

Another pain in the neck are tween shows on Disney. I think I can actually feel the knot tighten and twist with every cheesy theme song, whiny-ass loud actor and argument with my very own tweens to turn it down.

I would like to be brave enough to give up our addiction to TV cold-bloody-turkey but highly doubt I am up for the challenge of not only the brimstone it would rain from my kids but from my own withdrawal symptoms.

I don’t always watch crap. I do need the vegetation time sometimes to come down off of a long day of doing a whole bunch of stuff where I’d rather be doing something else.

Like sleeping. Or writing better blog material.

I am thinking of adding a page in here that chronicles our journey to our next home – the fix-up of this one, the search for the next one, etc.

Like that’s just what I need – more things to do, right?

Ha!

Not that you asked, but for my sake – I’m gonna just chill tonight.

This blog is a commitment to myself to write something every day to fulfill my inner most desire to be truly dedicated to my creative self. Whether what I have to say provides value is not up for discussion or debate – either for myself or anyone else. It is in keeping the promise to myself that provides the most value for me and my brain.

Each day brings an opportunity for renewed energy and ideas for amazing personal insight, spectacularly spontaneous wit and unique observations of the world around me. Not sure how many of these days I’ve managed to achieve any of those lofty sentiments thus far, but I’ll keep at it until I get somewhere near that neighborhood. If those are lacking, I can bring forth the ever present, alternative poetic-me and riff on the keyboard whatever my soul spews forth. I sometimes like to thinly disguise my trials under a series of sudden fiction adventure pieces with my favorite heroine, Vivian. If totally desperate, I can respond to a meme that is skipping its way around the digital universe.

If all of those muses fail to make a connection spark in the oddly wired sections beneath my skull candy – then it must be Monday.

Peace.