On most days I feel like a Mom fail. I am racing to get my kids to school on time, but often falling late. I open the fridge to find a lunchable as the only thing to throw in my kiddos lunchbox because I didn't have time to grocery shop this week yet. I am often late to pick them up from school too, as my kids know that 'spot' to go to when Mom is late again. We race to baseball practice. Race to dance class. Race here, race there. I work on the weekends, including Sundays. My kids are used to their Mom being over extended and way too busy. They want to slow down. Stop at the park. Not eat in the car. But we are racing here and there every day.
I recognize that these most precious of days are flying by, and Mom is just racing through life. Even my own fitness practice has suffered this year as my business grows and triples in size. Every month I recognize that my motherhood goals have fallen short. I am racing around, and forgetting to slow down and enjoy the simple pleasures of their childhood. Last night, I was so exhausted from racing around all day that I was too tired to cuddle my 8 year old son who longs for a good cuddle at night. I fell asleep disappointed in myself. There is no balance. Work has taken over and the balance is lost. I long to slow down and soak up all of that good togetherness of family. I always wonder if the next week will calm down and get better, but I recognize that I need to create the balance or life & work keep spinning faster and faster. I stuggle to hit the brakes, but long for balance.