It’s nine. And I just sat down.

This working thing is all fine and well. But I don’t know if I can be the Mom, the Dad, the Husband and the Wife. Working full-time, and cooking and cleaning, packing lunches, baking cakes, taking the kid to the skate park and soccer practice. Grocery shopping and birthday gift buying. Bath time, bed time, laundry, bill paying. Story time, garbage day, feeding the animals. Figuring out dentist appointments and pre-making dinner for tomorrow night so that all I have to do is throw it in the oven. Because tomorrow? It’s going to be even busier. There is a birthday party to host, a soccer game to watch, and a dentist appointment to keep. And, it’s only Monday.

It’s a lot harder than they make it look on TV. Not that I’ve ever seen anything like this on tv… because it would make for even less entertaining television than it does a blog post.

Maybe it would be a Lifetime movie if the Ex were stalking me and I had cancer on top of it all. Perhaps the blessing, they should be counted.