Being a mom is a full-time job.
This is a load of crap. Being a mom is a 24-hour-a-day job. It never ends. An actual job on top of that just adds to the stress. I only work part-time and I still want to pull my hair out most days.
I get up in the morning with whichever kid wakes up first. Changing, feeding, playing all start right away. I get some coffee made an ingested as soon as humanly possible, which takes the edge off. My corporate job comes next. Email, databases, phone calls get taken care of in between more changing, feeding, playing and, hopefully, more coffee.
After lunch, I try, usually in vain, to get the kids to nap. This rarely happens, so the afternoon consists of trying to entertain whichever kid is abstaining from sleep, as well as trying to get some more work done.
My husband comes home and takes over the entertainment aspect of things. I grab a few minutes to breathe and maybe clean up a bit before I make dinner. After dinner is bath, about an hour of little naked bodies dancing around and screaming, followed by bedtime. We clean up the house and have a little downtime before crashing ourselves.
I have given you this rundown of my typical day to convey the lack of time to do, well, anything not for my children or my job. I have become enamored with writing over the last few years. While it is always an activity that is available to me, I find that my creativity likes to spark when I am unable to indulge myself. I seem to have my best ideas when I am drifting off to sleep and have, on occasion, been known to get up an write. Sometimes, jotting ideas down in my notebook just isn't enough. As much as I love it, this creates a vicious cycle. I forego sleep to write, which leaves me exhausted for the next day's insanity.
I know I am fortunate to have a hobby that I can delve into at any time, but I am finding that I am short on time with which to delve.
Wow, I really went off on a little rant there, didn't I?