I’m a big-picture kind of person. When I have to focus on specific things – in my job, for example – I’m fine. When trying to get myself and a child out the door in the morning… no. I can handle three, maybe four details. The rest? Pffft. Details details.
Case in point: this mornng. I got my daughter to the sitter’s with breakfast in her tummy, clothing on her back, diapers in her supply bag, and a smile on her face. At the sitter’s I realized I had not brushed her hair, despite bringing a brush into the kitchen for that very purpose. Her little curls were all matted and will probably look even worse when I pick her up this evening.
I got to work and looked over at my passenger seat to see her sippy, still filled with juice, sitting there looking lonely. Then I got out of the car to find I had forgotten my own coat. The temperature dropped 30 degrees since I entered the office. I’m going to be in bad shape at the end of the day.
Do any other working moms (or moms in general, for that matter) ever feel like they’re holding on by their fingernails?
I see children who are well-coiffed and moms who look cool and collected everywhere. I know moms who never miss a birthday card when sometimes it’s all I can do to send an email. I tell myself it’s all because I’m not very good with details, but it would sure help if I could blame it, just a little bit, on the whole working mom thing.
How ’bout it, ladies?