My life is out of sync. Here’s why:
I work until midnight five nights a week. Sunday nights, I work until 1 a.m. Saturday night, I’m off.
When I finish work, it’s usually later than my official quitting time. If I blog or do anything else on the computer, suddenly it’s late. For instance, right now, it’s 2:00 a.m.
So I will trudge upstairs and slip into bed, trying not to wake my slumbering husband. If I’m lucky, my brain will turn off and I’ll be asleep within thirty minutes.
At 6 a.m., my husband leaves for work. I usually sleep through his morning routine and departure.
At 6:30 a.m., my son showers and gets ready for school. He leaves at 7:30 a.m. Sometimes I don’t hear any of this. (He’s such a responsible boy for an almost-12-year old.)
At 7:30 a.m. or 8:00 a.m., my daughter wakes up. She appears at my bedside to talk. She showers. I crawl from bed and pull on a sweatshirt and yoga pants that never match. I give her breakfast and drive her to school before 9 a.m.
Then I return home and sometimes crawl back under the covers, telling myself that I can sleep just one more hour to bring my total hours of sleep to seven. And then I fall into a crazy sleep full of hallucinatory dreams. I sleep longer than just one hour and wake up with enough time to shower and get dressed and start working at noon.
I rebuke myself for wasting my mornings. Shouldn’t I be cleaning or grocery shopping or cooking or hand-sewing outfits for my children? But no. I sleep. I sleep because I cannot function on six hours of sleep a night.
I work until 5 p.m., interrupting my five hours at the computer only long enough to pick up my daughter at school–it’s a 10 minute round-trip.
I finish work and head to the kitchen. I clean it up and then cook dinner. I might do some housework, get laundry going.
At 6 p.m., my husband is home, usually.
We spend some time together. I exercise. Sometimes I read. At 8 p.m. or 9 p.m., it’s time to work again until midnight.
And the cycle begins again.
Do all working moms feel like they just don’t have any time? I am so grateful for my job. I work 40+ hours a week (at home, on my computer!) and have full medical and dental and vision benefits for my whole family. I have vacation time and sick time and occasionally, I fly to New York for meetings in the main office.
This week, just for kicks, I have to renew my driver’s license in person (so I can get an enhanced license that will get me across the border if I ever want to visit Canada). Yeah, that will be fun and will take all Wednesday morning.
(Now, it’s 2:15 a.m. This is ridiculous!)