As I type I am the image of a stereotypical working mother cartoon. I have my laptop open, my phone wedged under my left ear, my files open all over my desk and I'm blogging on my Mac.
It's a funny picture...
Except my son and husband are playing happily down stairs. Our friends came round this afternoon at 3.30 and I didn't even get to speak to them because I was still on the phone.
I'm am being a terrible mother. I won't really spend any more quality time with my son until Friday, my son will be going to bed soon and I am having a serious case of the useless mother grumps.
Playing this balancing act is SO hard. I want to work and I want to be a good mother, but as I get more senior, the demands on my time are becoming relentless.
I have to keep in my mind that, all being well, I get to dedicate 2011 to being a mother. I forget work and focus purely on my children. It may be 7 months away, but I have to keep that in mind, otherwise I think I am going to send myself crazy.
Just realised though, it's 7pm and I'm not feeling sick yet, so hopefully things tomorrow will be the same. After all, I am working until 11pm.
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