Mom's On The Go.

I suspect that all mom's are in a constant state of movement, although I can't help but think that all working mom's maintain daily life at a frenetic pace. Most days, I can feel my heart, beating, beating, beating, faster and faster, with the aim of moving my body, supplying energy to my brain, so that I can finish a task faster than I thought possible in order to move onto the next. This I do in warp, mom-speed. Write and email, call a client, respond to a - change priorities - ask a question in IM - answer the phone - run to a meeting - making calls and answering emails in the cab - and then a sudden hard stop, whether work is completed or not, in order to run home to put on my mom hat.

We are jugglers, running from one meeting or errand to the next to the next.

Time, which used to hold constant meaning to me has morphed into something I am no longer familiar with. Moving faster than I'm used to. Somehow, months slip by and I can't hold on. February? Where did February go?

As a mom on the go, I get frustrated with anyone that can't keep up with my pace. I get especially annoyed with the nameless people on the street and subways that walk slowly. As I get stuck behind a slow walker, I can't help but wonder, 'why are you so slow? What type of leisurely life do you have that you can walk slowly in the subway of all places?'

I imagine one day, I'll return to normal, slowing down to a regular person's pace. I also imagine it's one of the reason's vacations have become so necessary for me. It allows me, for a few precious days, to slow down to a normal person's pace - walking at a leisurely speed, without a care in the world.