I. Am. So. Behind.
Usually, I’m a Mom on top of her juggle. Family, Life, Work – 3 “balls” in continuous motion.
Then DD2 got the 24 hour stomach flu. For 5 days. And the balls…well, family stayed high and airborn while the others hit the fan. Splat. Splosh. Spluf.
I have been trapped inside a house – with an energetic baby who wants to get out and a sick child who can’t keep anything in. There is irony there.
The Mom juggle (well parent juggle really) is imperfect. Imprecise. Sometimes impossible.
Groceries, laundry, Parent Club all took a backseat to the throw-up bucket and dirty diapers. As it should really.
And forgive the coming tsunami of reviews on Parent Club because there are a bunch to post and share…really cool family gear which will help with your juggle…and I have brainstormed a holiday gift guide based on mom businesses and Internet shopping during nap time…I have been thinking of all this…while I get pat DS’s back at 1am to get him back to sleep.
So about my Mom juggle. It’s the only way I know how.
The mom juggle is a never ending circus and just when you’ve got the rhythm and are keeping all the balls in the air, something comes along to mess it up. I’m here to help you collect your balls if you ever need me. Did that sound pervy?