I’m going to preface this with: I’m not looking for sympathy, and I’m not making excuses.
Right now, my life is a whirlwind. It has been for, well, I guess since I became a mother.
Since then, every day has been wrapped up in the business of trying to stay above water at home or work.
I’ve heard the phrase “carrying the mental load” a lot over the last few years and even more recently in 2020.
Like many other women I know, I carry our family’s mental load. To give me some credit, I am pretty good at managing everyone’s schedule without forgetting much, and I have figured out where I fit in as an elementary school mom.
As far as balancing work and home life, I do okay, but is there anyone out there who has figured that out? (Please call me if you have!).
Here’s where the apology comes in. I don’t have the time or the energy for anything extra. I wish I did, but at the end of each day, all I want to do is sit down, watch mindless TV, read a book, and then close my eyes.
So, I’m sorry.
To my friends I haven’t seen in person in months, I’m sorry. To my husband, who I haven’t been out on a date alone with since our anniversary, I’m sorry. To my colleagues for picking up my slack when necessary, I’m sorry. There are things that I forget and things I can’t attend, and for that, I am sorry.
