Wednesday, April 3, 2013

I Am Not An Octopus

Talk about a title to grab attention.  LOL.

One of the downfalls for me is I am a working Mom.  I hate the fact that I am not with my son 24/7.  Although, I know the best thing for him and I both is that I work.  If I didn't work, I think we would drive each other crazy.  Actually, I know for a fact we would.

This is going to be a truthful blog.  There are times I feel like I am over my head between trying to remember things for work, home, and for Caleb.  I am thankful that I have only one child because I couldn't keep up with more.

At work, I work for 3 companies.  I have to balance my work between those three.  Currently as I am writing this, I am working on two companies.  One company, I am paying bills and waiting for two emails to be able to finish that.  The other company, I am doing invoices and trying to get those emailed to customers who wants them.  Meanwhile, I remember I told the President that I would have the salary chart sent off to Hong Kong by the end of the day.  Now, I have to be sure to finish that.

While, all that is going on, I am remembering I need to stop at the pharmacy on the way home to pick up a spacer for Caleb's inhaler and Benadryl because he is all out.  Then I realized, I was suppose to pick up something else and can't remember.  Because while I was remembering this morning what I needed, I was fighting with Caleb on taking his inhaler (hence the spacer) and couldn't make notes of what all I needed.  So now I am trying to remember that because I will be leaving in 1.5 hours to go home.  Plus, telling myself I need to write a check to his daycare.  Luckily, I remembered to call his doctor this morning about the spacer.

As for home, I have to get some laundry done.  Yesterday, I had to put comfy pants on Caleb because he was all out of jeans.  I could have sworn I washed his jeans and there were no clean ones.  My hubby jumped in last night and threw a load of Caleb's clothes into the washer for me while I was trying to give Caleb his bath.

Anyway, (I am forgetting some things on my list), I wish I was an octopus.  That way I would have 8 arms and I could work on 3 companies, make phone calls, and right my to do list so I would stop forgetting things.

Suck It Up Mom Moment:  I am not an octopus.  I need to just do what I can and things will get done when they get done.

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