Flying by the Seat of My Pants

I don't know why, but these last few weeks I've felt as if I've been flying by the seat of my pants at home, at work, on the phone and with friends.  No matter where I turn, I have been doing things last minute and my husband is pretty much losing patience with my antics.  Last weekend, when my daughter had her usual Hebrew school, gymnastics and ice skating class - all in one day, we got sidetracked by a Purim party and the rest of the afternoon got completely screwed up.  We raced to get to ice skating - got there too late, missed the lesson and my daughter was thoroughly depressed because she couldn't twirl around to her new recital song - which I had failed to download onto a CD because I couldn't figure out how to work my new Macbook.

While my husband glared at me for my time management problems and demanded we invest in a dayplanner, I agreed that I have been a bit flighty these last few weeks.  I'm busy building two

businesses, attempting to help my daughter with her family tree school project, assuring my son that "Yes, I am working from home again today" and constantly getting sidetracked with new opportunities, setbacks, triumphs and sad moments in my life. While I've attempted to go for the brass ring and achieve everything I thought I wanted to be when I grew up, some of my closest friends have confronted tragedies and obstacles I've never imagined we'd have to face before we even turned 40.  Through it all, what I've come to realize is that success on the career front is nothing if you don't have your health.  I won't go into specifics, but all I will say is I feel fortunate knowing that when the chips are down, my girlfriends have rallied around to make sure our friends who are facing the toughest days in their lives are not alone. While my life may be harried, insane, and pretty much going way too fast, I've come to realize that nothing else really matters if you don't have your family and lifelong friends in your corner.  So before you go to sleep tonight, kiss your husband and your kids and give a long lost friend a call - I'm sure they'll be happy to hear from you.

Original New York City Moms Blog post.