Last week was a less than stellar one. Among other things, I was told, via email, that there was no time or money to continue my column that I was writing for the Columbia Patch. This was told to me after I submitted my latest article, was asked to edit it (which I did) and then was told by the editor that she was in the process of editing my revision. While I completely understand and support that there are much more important, and newsworthy items that take precedence over my article, I can’t help but feel that the dismissal that I received was a bit unprofessional. Perhaps this is the way things work in the writing world, but it’s not something that I am used to.
Why am I sharing all of this? Because, after several days of self pity and beating myself up, I’ve decided to keep on writing anyway. I have several columns already written that I had planned to submit and since I did the work, why not submit it somewhere? Even if there are only 3 people that read this, it’s better than having these things just sit in my saved documents.
So, I’m starting with the latest article that I had submitted for my column but will not be run. I hope you enjoy it.
A Little Help From My Friends….
“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down”. ~ Oprah Winfrey
Luxuries like taking a shower that lasts longer than 5 minutes are a thing of the past.
Going to the bathroom on my own is no longer an option (unless I want to shut the door and listen to my child scream on the other side the entire time I am in there).
Getting dressed and doing hair in preparation for the work day could be something I could compete in at an Olympic level.
Makeup? I don’t feel it’s a necessity for my day to day so it’s been pushed to the “special events” roster. My coworkers and the general public may not agree but fortunately for me, they don’t get a vote.
Eating a full meal while sitting at the table – I can’t even remember what that’s like. In addition to helping Jack through his meals, I now use eating as an opportunity to multi-task: putting dishes away, opening mail, preparing lunches etc.
In the midst of all of this newfound sharing of space and time every waking second of the day, it’s easy to lose one’s sense of self.
Luckily I have a husband who is a big proponent of keeping me happy so I get at least one night a month all to myself – Girls Night Out.
Sometimes it’s just one or two of us and sometimes it’s a group.
Sometimes it’s a chic flick or a local concert and sometimes we go all out and actually leave Columbia and head to Baltimore for a night of dancing.
Whatever the activity, it’s just nice to be able to get out and not be “mama” for awhile.
The thing is, it doesn’t really matter what the background setting is, it just feels good to get out and talk to other women and know they feel the same pressures I do and have the same anxieties and fears. And sometimes there isn’t even that much talking involved – it could be just as much about listening to some good music and making each other laugh with our dance moves.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband and son but these nights are as important to me and my sanity as a good nights’ sleep (which happens with about the same regularity).
I don’t think I ever really appreciated the importance of being able to surround myself with a good group of friends until I had Jack. I’ve made a number of moves over the years and with each one I seem to have been able to add several really great people to my circle. They, along with my wonderful husband, are the key ingredients to my being able to manage this crazy ride and for that I am thankful.