~How I Am Adjusting to Life as a Working Mom ~
I wake between 6:45 and 7:15 every day. Most days, no alarm is necessary. The first order of business is to check my phone for any work that needs my immediate attention. You see, although it's still early here in Denver, the work day has already begun and is in full swing in Boston. Boston. Where you will find most of my co-workers working in the office.
I get myself ready for the day while responding to emails here and there, and making sure Skyler and Savannah are all set and ready for their school day. Once they are school bound, I plop down at my desk and I get busy. For the next 6-7 hours you'll find me:
Answering phone calls
Chatting with potential surrogates about the journey and how rewarding it is
Realizing I haven't blogged in nearly a week
Gathering medical records
Sending welcome emails
Contacting former carriers
Making welcome calls
Realizing I MUST make the time to blog...I have readers for goodness sake
Attending meetings via phone
Making to-do lists
Following up with Physicians and Hospitals regarding medical records
Sending and responding to emails
Forwarding paperwork to the office
Realizing I only have 10 minutes until I need to pick up the girls from school and I still haven't composed a new blog post.
On the way to pick up the girls from school, I'm making a mental list of all the things I didn't get a chance to do during the day.
Pick up my happy girls from school who always greet me with a smile. Love.
We tackle homework and get snacks, water bottles and lunches ready for the next day. We attend our after school activities like dance, drama and tutoring for the elementary school's homework club. Once we're home for the evening, we have some dinner and I spend a little more time working on the things I didn't get done during the day. We usually try to catch up on some of our TV shows together.
Around 10 PM, the house is relatively quiet and at least one of the kids is in bed. Skyler's a night owl, just like her mama, so sometimes she keeps me company. Late night is a good time for me to finish up work for the day. Usually by 1 AM, the eyelids are getting pretty droopy and sleep is beckoning. As I lay down and attempt to relax my mind, the thoughts that are swirling around in my head are:
I love my job.
I love that I get to work in this field.
I love that I communicate with surrogates every day of the week.
I love that I'm busy.
I love that I'm successful.
I love being a working mom.