One of the hardest thing about being a working mom is trying to fit in hours and hours worth of personal stuff in a few evening hours. I am lucky--I get home rather early these days, thanks to a transfer putting my school 10 minutes from my house, as opposed to 30 minutes. But even with that time-saving commute, I still find myself bogged down by the stuff I need to get done. The kids need to be run to their various things--scouts, meetings, sports, school stuff. Homework needs to be done. Dinner doesn't cook itself. And housework? To quote some of my New Yawk relatives: "Fuhgettaboutit."
When the kids were young, I thought that it would get easier. They'd get older and more independent. But it really hasn't gotten any easier--just different. Maybe if the oldest would get his license, he'd be able to help out, or at least take himself somewhere. But that would bring on a whole new set of worries that I'm not quite ready for. But that hasn't happened, and most days I find myself quickly being gained on by a boulder of responsibilities.
Oh, I'm lucky. I have a husband on whom I can rely when he finally gets home. Many of my friends are single parents, and I really don't know how in the world they do it. My hat's off to you all. This gal can barely keep up and I have a husband and summers off! But I do the best I can, and somehow, the kids get where they need to be and dinner gets cooked and the housework...well, it's still not done. But I've never been much of a housekeeper anyway.