It was time to put my foot down. Sick of my girls’ too-frequent requests for stuff, I recently put my serious mom hat on to announce a new house rule. “Chloe and Sophie,” I said, “you must start distinguishing between your needs and wants. Your mom and Papa do not possess an orchard full of money trees,” I added as the two girls rolled their eyes in perfect unison. We don’t live in a French Renaissance castle, either, although our humble abode is about 100 years old (and often feels like it was built 500 years ago, too).
How do you make time? I thought I’d be making a lot of time after I quit my job last year. Hell, I’d be freeing up at least 60 hours a week to do lots of things. Making time to raise my kids, making time to train a puppy, making time to whip myself into shape, making time to take on some consulting gigs, making time to write…
I’ve been wearing the Chief Mom Officer hat for five whirlwind months. It’s been an amazing five months on three continents. I wake up every morning thinking about my experience so far and I feel lucky. So very lucky.
I have now served as chief mom officer for four weeks. It’s been a fantastic month. That said, what I intended to be an extended vacation at home for the first few weeks of this new life phase has been anything but.
Will I wake up tomorrow forgetting that I don’t need to get ready for work? I think the odds of my mind playing tricks on me are about 50/50.