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Just Another HourI need one more hour in my day, just one more to add in the time needed just to take care of me.
Would love to hit the gym, something always seems to get in the way.
They say make it a priority. I pack the clothes and prep my head, I can't wait to feel the adrenaline pump and the sweat roll. There is always something in the way, someone needs something. I think, I'll go as soon as they are in bed, but when nine o'clock comes I just want to sit and melt into a good book, a nice blog, a time of reflection. I am beginning to think that I need someone to assess my time management!
Why can't I be like other parents and drop my kids at their extracurriculars activities? Why can't I dismiss their fears and not engage them in conversation when I know something is bothering them and they haven't found a solution.Why can't I leave good enough alone. Let it ride?
I ask these other mother's how do you do it? Look good, work full time, have two kids, and a clean immaculate house. I often hear, that kids spend time with grandparents, aunts, and uncles. They also have someone come in once a week to clean their house. I don't have any of that, I struggle, and never ever get to be part of their group because I am one of the have not's. Where are the people like me? The mom's who struggle, the mom's who don't have perfect hair, houses, wardrobes, and kids. Where are you? If your here, I probably don't have time to find you, or have a conversation, or even wave my hand hello.