Day one of my personal challenge to find 30 minutes of me time a day was a lesson in why I needed this challenge. Badly. I work a desk job. I must commute to work. However, I am fortunate enough to work for a company that is sympathetic toward working mothers. This allows me a certain amount of wiggle room when circumstances arise. When Little Dude has a big doctor’s appointment and I also have an appointment the same day, for instance, I can plan ahead to work from home. It’s a privilege I don’t take lightly, and one that I try not to abuse. On this particular day, I was reminded that there are, indeed, only 24 hours in a day, and that I must choose wisely how to allot my time. This was the plan for the day:
  • Drop in on an old co-worker.
  • Take Little Dude to an ultrasound at the hospital. He had an infection three months ago and it was a routine followup.
  • Get hair done. I’ve been putting this off since I decided to do the “mom chop” right before Christmas.
  • Visit doctor to figure out why the heck my hands won’t stop tingling and going numb. It started mid-pregnancy and has only gotten worse. Picture walking around 24/7 feeling as if your hand fell asleep. This wasn’t originally on the agenda, but I got chewed out by several people close to me about neglecting my health. Again.
  • Therapy appointment.
  • Make and/or eat dinner.
  • Somehow squeeze in 5 30-minute pumping sessions so my kid can eat.
  • Somehow corral a 6 month old until Aunt J comes over and/or Dad gets home.
  • Somehow complete my 8-hour work day.
I mean, other than maybe losing a little sleep, it was do-able, right? I’m not even going to analyze all the ways that my plans were doomed from the start. I think we’re all intelligent and can guesstimate the math. Suffice to say it is now 11 PM and, well…I think I burned a little sick time today. But my hair looks awesome, so we’ll call today a half-win. I did have to rock a cranky, over-tired Little Dude who fought sleep the entire time I was at the hairdresser’s, but even Rome wasn’t built in a day!

Ignore the bags under the eyes and the cranky infant in the back seat (not pictured here). No more mom chop!