Do you ever have days when you feel overwhelmed, yet bored? Busy, yet restless? Do you feel like a little manic hamster on speed? I recently took a rare personal day off from work, or mental health day as I like to call it. Typically I take vacation days for family trips or during the holidays. But with the beautiful warm weather we’ve been having I was itching to just take a day off with no particular agenda in mind. I dropped the girls off at daycare and spent some time preparing for a consignment sale, which, unfortunately did not pay off so well even though I pricked my finger 9 million times safety pinning index cards to baby clothes that I just knew people would be unable to resist buying, but that’s another story. (I ended up giving someone a big bag of the girls’ hand me downs and it felt great to know they were going to good use.) The hubby and I had a leisurely lunch sans sippy cups and high chairs at a “dive” where the pickup trucks and Harleys are parked next to the soccer mom minivans and SUVs (I inhaled a shrimp po boy, fries and a Mike’s Hard Lemonade…there goes the diet). We went for a long walk with the dogs who nearly wagged their tails off because they weren’t sharing their mommy and daddy with two squealing girls. I even took a nap. Here I sit a few weeks later making a mental to do list and feeling torn between different responsibilities and obligations. I want to spend more time with the hubby, but the times we go on bona fide dates are not as often as we’d like. I want to spend more time playing with the girls, but I can’t relax if the kitchen is an Ecoli hot zone. I want to be the best parent I can be, but not ignore the fact that life is more than being mommy 24/7. I love my girls, but sometimes they can drive me nuts. This life slash mother slash wife slash work gig is harder to balance than I’d ever imagined. Many days I feel like a jumbled mass of contradictions. I’ve always been a perfectionist and now life is not always so perfect, ya know? Kids don’t always sleep like little angels all night or eat their veggies and sometimes mommy forgets to say bedtime prayers with them and yells too much. I’m trying to work on the balancing act, without the act itself feeling like just another “job” on my neverending mental to-do list.