There are never enough hours.
Whether its work, school, kids, a side job - which most of the Bay Area millennials I know have to have, or a social life; there are never enough hours.
There is never enough time.
I am currently at a point in my life where I have to schedule my life in 15 minute intervals and plan using the restroom ahead of time. There is a new baby in my house. My son was born 10/5/19 and has two older sisters, they are 5 and 3. The constant juggling of my kids lives always has and always will be the priority but what about me? What about my husband? When did we resign from going out on Saturday nights and fall into this (expensive) dystopian American dream?
I feel like a good visual for this would be having the kids pulling one arm, my day job pulling the other, my husband pulling my leg, and my art and passion projects pulling the other leg... I am going all these different directions and no longer know what I want or need.
Maybe it is the way most working moms feel? Maybe it is temporary? But it all feels like a very disorganized balancing act.