Maintenance Required. When that message popped up on my dashboard display, I felt like my car was judging me. How dare it suggest I need a bit of self care! Yes, I’ve been working long hours, super-busy with kids’ projects and homework and events, still getting up to speed in my new role at work, having a midlife crisis (yes, I think I’ve hit that age. Isn’t this when 80’s movies would just depict men buying convertibles? Maybe I’ll try…
Yep, I’m a working mom. There’s always a lot going on. Like this. The scene: My husband is away. I responsibly lay out the ingredients for homemade chicken meatballs, a dinner the kids typically love and one that is OK for the “healthier” eating kick I’m attempting right now. I reach up in a cabinet to get out the breadcrumbs, when the can of cooking spray falls from the top shelf and bops me right on whatever that bone is…
Resolutions. Ugh, it’s that time of year again. Every year I try to make a few resolutions; every year I keep essentially none. Not because I can’t commit, but usually because I don’t have time to fit whatever my resolutions are into my schedule. Yeah, yeah, I know, I need to “make time for me” and “take care of myself.” It’s not happening any time soon as I juggle a full-time job, three sons, a full list of activities,…