Work-life balance? Don’t make me laugh.
Who am I kidding? I am totally laughing. And it’s a pretty hysterical laugh at that.
Like most busy/working/blogging/normal women, I am always trying to strike some sort of balance between work—or as Nathan calls it, all my non-profits—and family. I feel guilty if I err on the side of the non-profits work and successful if the scale is tipped in favor of family.
I do believe if when we experience some imbalance, the scale should tip in favor of life rather than work. Family dinner should come before blog posts; bedtime lullabies should take precedence over email; and Kindergarten arctic animal oral presentations are more important than lunch dates with girlfriends. We are growing future teachers, doctors, dancers, social workers and CEOs in a very scary world. Great care should be taken to make sure they realize their awesome potential. I’ll take family PDRs (Proper Drink Runs…preferably at Sonic for a Route 44 Diet Coke with vanilla and extra pebble ice) over Facebook any day.
What if you enjoy motherhood yet would rather not to do it 24/7 or even 12/7?
What if you’ve always been drawn to the working world and slightly frustrated you can’t join it (because you don’t want to put your kids in daycare when you don’t actually need to work)?
What if you’re counting down the days until all your kids are in school for a full day so you can turn your non-profits into something profitable?
What if you enjoy 569 irons in the fire and would rather build a bigger fire than pull any of them out?
What if you’re me?
I’ve recently been interviewing for a job with a company I adore. It would require some time in the office and more consistent hours at home. It might mean George and Livi going to big sister daycare this summer and Madison and Lauren earning some serious money. Come fall, it could turn into more of a full-time job but with some flexibility to work from home. It’s kind of the ideal time to transition into such a position and yet…
…part of me feels a little bit guilty. Just a little bit, but it’s there. Plenty of women wish they didn’t have to work and here I am without the need of a first—or make that second—paycheck. Yet I’m super excited about spending some time away from home and in an office, socializing with co-workers, adding value to something outside the home, exercising by brain outside of Words with Friends and 8th grade honors algebra.
I’m pretty sure I was wired this way from the very beginning.
But back to the work thing. While working for LoveSac as their Communications Director, I got a taste of my ideal job…and boy, did it taste good. The blogging iron wasn’t in the fire then, so if I go back to work, I just may have to pull an iron or two out. You know, post once or twice a week rather than every day. And maybe I’ll cut back on a few lunch dates, which would help the budget and my waistline.
I guess we’ll just have to see what happens. The job may not pan out, but I will keep my eyes and ears open in case another one pops up that sounds perfect for me. In the meantime I will continue to make sure my children are happy, healthy, well fed (mac and cheese with a side of Dino Nuggets counts, right?), and well loved.
And that won’t change no matter how many irons I have in the fire, because if it does, you better believe those irons are outta there.