I've got people breathing down my neck wanting stuff for camp. Stuff I don't have. I have a website to finish. A logo that won't design itself. Forms that need to be generated and re-designed. Meetings multiple times a week. My hands are tied on half of what I need to do for camp because the stake hasn't called my requested person yet. I spent eight hours of my days at work. Then I teach piano lessons. When I finally get home, I attempt to cook dinner but usually end up getting a Costco chicken or forcing some sort of leftover down my throat. Then Jeff gets upset because he's eating the same thing again and I don't blame him.
I'd like to say that five more hours in a day would solve all my problems, but I would prefer to have two clones of myself. Or maybe I would like to invent a nutritious, affordable meal that cooks itself and tastes like whatever you want it to.
And then I think about what life will be like when I'm a mother, working, and stake camp director. I don't see how it can all be done. How do women do it?!
(Of course, all of this seems so much worse because my menstrual cramps feel like daggers in my back).
Hats off to women everywhere! #whitepeopleprobs #mormonprobs #menstrualprobs
