My son turned five this weekend. Five! Tell me, where have those years gone? Because I remember when I first felt him move in my stomach and that was YESTERDAY!
But anyway he's turning five and I am at his school to bring a birthday snack to his kindergarten class. Some fruit and cheese. There are three kids in his class with terrible allergies so no one fools around with cake. So, instead of a cake, I am attempting to poke candles in a PINEAPPLE. (A flaming Pineapple, I'm trying to make it a tradition). At the same time I am terribly behind on a deadline which, of course, is all I can think about. And the fact that I am both behind and it's not going well, has me feeling panicked like you would not believe. I have a family dinner party I need to get ready for (the in-laws, so, you know, that will be great!) I've somehow hurt my foot - that will teach me to try and exercise. My daughter has found the water table in the classroom and has crawled INSIDE. While there is water in it! And these candles will not stay where they are supposed to!
A mom comes over to help me try and poke these candles in the pineapple and she says with nothing but kindness in heart - "I don't know how you do it." I nearly started to cry. Because there are a lot of days I feel like in trying to do everything - I'm failing at all of it.
If I'm not yelling at my kids, I'm freaking out about my books. And feeling guilty about everything.
And I know everyone here can commiserate about some of this. At some point in her life, every woman stretches herself too thin. It's a law somewhere - and today I want to hear about it. I want to hear about how you're baking cupcakes at four in the morning or waking up at dawn to write a few words before going off to the job that pays bills. I want to hear about taking babies to important meetings or falling asleep while folding laundry. Because I know we've all been there.
The happy end of this sad day in my life is my son, sweet Mick, walked home after that kindergarten class, his gloved hand in mine and said "that was the best flaming pineapple ever, Mom."
Clearly, it's all worth it.