There are weeks when everything goes according to plan. This was not one of those weeks.
One kid is currently enrolled in checks notes tae kwon do, ballet, hip hop, gymnastics team, swim, camp, piano, and math enrichment. That’s eight activities, but somehow it still feels like I’m training a tiny Olympic decathlete. Every evening, I am the unpaid Uber driver to the under-10 circuit, armed with snacks, an extra leotard, and absolutely no idea where I parked (there’s an app for that, thank goodness).
Just when I thought things couldn’t get more hectic, my other child decided to add a little flair to the week by landing in the hospital. Everyone’s okay now, thank goodness, but for 100 hours it was round-the-clock vitals, awkward cot sleeping, and coffee that tasted like regret. I left the hospital looking like I’d been through a tornado of worry, vending machine snacks, and emotional whiplash.
Oh, and did I mention I’m still in my first 90 days at a new in-office job? Picture me trying to onboard while coordinating Zoom meetings from hospital rooms and school pickup lines. I called someone’s pet project “risky spaghetti” in a brainstorm, in a weird accent. I think they think I’m edgy. Or unwell. Hard to say haha.
Naturally, every single thing in my orbit paid the price. My hair has entered a new era. It’s giving “if Hermione Granger gave up.” I was supposed to get it trimmed and roots dyed two weeks ago, but I’ve been operating in survival mode. My kids think it’s funny that mom’s hair can now hold a pencil and has white at the top. I think I might cry.
Even our poor dog suffered. I forgot to brush her during the madness and by the time I remembered, she was a walking tumbleweed. We brought her to the groomer, and after a long pause, they gave me that look. She came home without her sheepadoodle shag. She now looks like a hot potato with legs. A very sweet, slightly humiliated hot potato. But honestly, with temperatures still over 100 degrees, she’s probably the smartest one in this house.
But here’s the thing. Somehow, some way, we made it through.
I got to see Lady Gaga with my husband. We sat in the dark with glitter flying through the air and for a moment, I felt like a person again. Not a mom, not a meeting-hopper, not a walking to-do list. Just me, singing along and remembering I had a whole life before wet swimsuits and math homework.
I also took the kids to the Disney Descendants and Zombies tour, which is basically a rave for the under-12 crowd. The lights. The glitter. The costume changes. It was chaotic. It was camp. It was perfect. They screamed every lyric. I screamed for earplugs. Everyone left happy and hoarse.
So yes, the dog is bald, my inbox is terrifying, my house looks like a toddler hurricane swept through, and I have approximately 42 minutes of dry shampoo left to my name.
But everyone is okay. Everyone is alive. Everyone is home.
And at the end of the day, that’s the kind of mom life survival story that gets filed under “we’ll laugh about this one day” and probably also “content for the blog.“
Here’s to the back to school season, the working moms, the moms with multiple kids in activities, the moms whose dogs are bald, and the moms just trying to make it to bedtime.
We see you. We are you. And we are all out of dry shampoo.
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