“Sometimes you just can’t juggle it all….

...you think you can… but it’s not true. And you have to make compromises”

I’ve always hated this line of thought… On the contrary, I used to say.... "Multitasking is fun and easy, all it requires is a little organization".

But it seems that with the years, the trait I so strongly vouch for in my résumé, my strong Multi-tasking capabilities, have slowly begun to wilt.



I keep asking myself “How did I used to do it before?”


Back in College, how was I capable of getting a full time Bachelor Degree while at the same time being an executive Board Member of the Student Board Association, having to factor in 300 hours of work per year at the University Admissions Office to pay for my scholarship and attend all cheerleading and softball practices as well as all Varsity Basketball games?

I don’t remember doing much compromising back then.


Back in my early years in France, how was I capable of attending morning classes at the Creteil University (an hour and half metro ride from home), while still working part time at my first real job (an hour and half metro ride from the university), while at the same time having a steady and fulfilling relationship?

I don’t remember doing much compromising back then.


Back when we were planning our wedding, how was I capable of holding a full time job in a highly unstable environment (that company is a whole other post-worthy story itself!), while at the same time handling the wedding preparations and coordinating the arrival of our guests from 10 different countries and in 4 different languages? (Ok, to be fair, I had a LOT of help on this front from Hubby, PIL and Family)…

But still… I don’t remember doing much compromising back then either.



And yet, here I am today, with not nearly as much simultaneous stuff going on in my life and still… I CAN’T SEEM TO STAY AFLOAT.

I feel like I am having to compromise on EVERY single front:

I haven’t blogged in ages (thank you Kumichan for the well needed kick in the butt) and yet I keep telling myself I will get back to it as soon as I have the time to write a good ol’ post to make up for lost time.

I haven’t seen Hubby in the last two evenings (one on my account, one on his) and I ain’t gonna be seeing him in the next three either (all on my account).

I promised my mom I would call her last night yet I got home really late from work (again!) and CRASHED on the sofa where Hubby found me drowning in a puddle of my own drool.

I haven’t consulted my emails in so long that I’m no longer sure what my gmail password is.

I haven’t even begun training for The Parisienne race and at the rate I’m going I might as well enter my sorry and completely-out-of-shape butt into a 4-block-radius walkathon instead.



If at least I was making headway at work it would be a little less depressing. But instead, I find myself having to compromise even at work too!

I haven’t even begun working on the “fun projects” I was supposed to take on because I’ve been busy taking care of the current slack that falls into either of my two current positions.

I haven’t even begun writing up and pushing new ideas I had in mind when offered this job because I’ve been too caught up in the turmoil of the BAU

And when stuff that I really want to work on falls on my lap, I find that I have to rush through it and get it done ASAP (as in it’s due in yesterday!!) which inevitability leads to lack of quality and substance.



I promised myself this wasn’t going to be an apology-for-not-posting post.

And I promised myself this wasn’t going to be a “poor-me-boo-hoo” post either.

And no, I’m not having a nervous breakdown or a late-twenties-life crisis. I am not about to up and quit my job or declare myself on “arrêt maladie” (sick leave) until next spring (something that is quite common and shockingly quite easy to do here in France).

I’m just pissed off that the older and “wiser” (rolling eyes) I get, the less energy and reactive-ness I seem to have and the less multi-tasking I’m able to do… at this rate, in a few years I probably wont be able to type on a keyboard and hold a conversation at the same time.


So here goes: the dumbest question of all:

How tha heck do working moms DO IT???


It sucks to be an adult.

Fned.