with Amy Urquhart
I’m Amy and I’ve spent the last three years trying to strike that perfect balance between being a wife, mom and professional career woman. I’ve decided that I’ll never perfect the art of “having it all”, but this blog is a chronicle of my attempts to continue to do so. I’m a blogger (my personal blog about Canadian home life is Hearts into Home), gardener, college instructor, wife to Graham and mom to Nate. If you’re also a working mom who finds there just aren’t enough hours in the day, I hope you’ll enjoy this column!
Read her blog at Hearts into Home.
I was going to write something about New Year’s resolutions, or about how, until recently, I worked every major holiday (I’m an editor at a newspaper — the presses are always running) and it still feels strange to not be in a mostly deserted newsroom on Christmas.
Strange, but not in a bad way.
I’ve never been good at just taking a day off and not trying to get a million things done during it. Back in September, right around Labor Day, I starting pulling non-newsroom-related nearly-all-nighters.
I wasn’t out partying. (I wish!) I wasn’t up late reading or watching TV. I wasn’t up with a sick or crying baby. Nothing like that.
I was painting my big kids’ bedrooms. (Yeah, the painting I mentioned a few weeks back, the stuff I thought I’d do during my first maternity leave — more than three years ago.)I finally decided that if I didn’t just get it done, it would never, ever get done. And I really, really wanted it done, preferably before the big kids got back from their mom’s house.
The only time I had to do it was after the little kids went to bed, which meant that around 9:30 p.m. – after work, the commute, dinner, bathtime, bedtime, clean up, throwing in a load of (never ending) laundry, and making sure that my freelance deadlines had been met, there I was, dripping roller in hand
I hate to paint. It frustrates me, it’s tedious, and as soon as you get one coat on you have to let it dry and do it all over again. But I was tired of our big kids sleeping in half-finished rooms. While I was at it, why not move the baby out of that corner of the master bedroom and into his own room, before I went certifiably insane?
So I decided to swap all of the kids’ bedrooms around, move furniture, temporarily relocate belongings, sort through clutter, and deep clean as well.
In retrospect, that may have been a sign of insanity right there.
I did OK the first night. I was less OK, but still functional, the next night. But the third night I couldn’t deal with the chaos and just went to bed, promising myself I’d get it all finished somehow.
Wasn’t there a time when staying up all night wasn’t a big deal?
Back in college, during what feels like a different aeon but was, in fact, only about 15 years ago, I was working full-time at a newspaper while still a full-time student. All-nighters were a regular occurrence, but as long as you had caffeine and sugar (and, occasionally, beer and pizza), who needed sleep? Not me. Not then.
Now, though? Me, me, me, me, me. Mmmmm, sleep. Caffeine and sugar are two of my dearest friends, but they just don’t cut it anymore.
Insane or not, I got it all done, mere hours before the big kids arrived. One room painted violet, one sage green, one soft yellow, one covered with horses, the last covered in superheroes. And the kids were thrilled. So I was satisfied.
Totally useless at work for the next few days, but satisfied.
Do you have a big, insane project slated for the New Year? If you’ve just finished one, what would you do differently next time?
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