not so zen momma

This morning we woke up to yet another snow storm. We flipped on the news and they were already reporting accidents and low visibility. The next question: What do we do with Van?

I usually have little to no guilt sending Van to daycare. I provide for my family and he gets a great place to socialize and learn. It's a win, win. But, when it comes to his safety - I get all worked up.

What if they got in an accident? How long could his little body tolerate the cold? What if he got stuck at daycare? What if they lost power? What if, what if, what if...

So I made the executive decision that he'd stay with me for the day. I mean, that's one of the benefits of telecommuting, right?

There I was, balancing my mommy role with my all-together businesswoman persona – let's just say the two parts of my self don't jive well. It didn't take long for me to become a ball of stress. Van wants to play Spiderman, work needs me to review this task list; Van is watching too much TV, I need to call into a team meeting; Van needs to be put down for a nap, work needs a screencast. Argh!

But, when I was putting Van down for his nap - he reached up and brushed the hairs out of his frazzled momma's face and kissed me on the forehead. The moment made me think about the now - which half gets the best part of me?

I wouldn't say that today was my most productive day on the record book, even with working this evening, I still didn't put in a full eight hours. But that's okay - it's about balance, right?