|Mother and baby (Photo credit: ECohen)|
(DING! Momentary pause as I get my daughter her "chicken nuggets" for lunch, which is really flattened falafel.)
Between the economy and extremely high expectations set upon myself by a whole generation of women that believed that yes, you can do it all, like everything, I think I often fall prey to "mommy guilt" when I can't accomplish my 150 tasks for the day.
I look around the apartment and the list gets longer and longer, and maybe I will never achieve my goal of super mom and super musician, but at least yesterday my daughter and I enjoyed a pleasant walk to the Italian bakery where we shared some delicious chocolate cake and spent the afternoon at the library reading, at least my hubby came home to a hot meal (we're trying Paleo now) and gave me a big smooch as he entered the door, at least I have already projects lining up for the new year from video games to multimedia work and a horror flick soundtrack, and I think I am a third through my first novel, based on the Libertaria opera from last year.
So the computer desk continues to look like a hurricane blew up Office Depot and I can count at least half a dozen socks in random states of cleanliness around the house, and the dog lying at my feet needs a bath, but we are happy, and I guess that's all that matters!
Now to get ready for some grading so I can fine time to host a Superbowl party tomorrow!