Editor's Note: This guest blog is from Southern California Mom
The other day, after I wrote my first guest blog, I was walking downstairs with my ten year old son so that we could read together before bed. As he chatted away, I had a self-congratulatory grin on my face.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing in particular," I said. "Just happy with the way that blog turned out."
He got a puzzled look on his face and asked me what he had been saying. Only then did I realize he was talking to me at all. I had been completely wrapped up in myself.
Life threw me a pop quiz and I failed. I hate when that happens! And it happens more than I care to admit. Keeping that balance between taking care of the kids while looking after oneself is tricky business. It's a pendulum that swings back and forth. Sometimes I feel like a broken clock, I only get it right about twice a day.
Maybe that isn't so bad. 'Most of the time' is close to right, almost right or at least not excruciatingly bad.
