I'm a mom who works outside of the house. I'm also a complete failure. I'm a failure for many reasons, but mainly because my life-work balance isn't a balance at all. Instead, it's more of a juggle. And I'm really bad at juggling, you guys. And just like I've failed at the whole juggling thing, I've failed at being a mother. So, this is my confession of sorts. The confession of a working mom failure.
I didn't set out to be a failure, of course, but I guess no one ever does. I thought I could do and have it all, and that doing and having it all wasn't a myth but an actual, achievable reality. Turns out, it is indeed a myth; a myth that is used to make moms feel like failures when they realize they can't live up to an unrealistic expectation seemingly created out of thin air. So, I set out to be a mom who works outside of the house as teacher and a writer. I wanted to be someone who was more than just a mom to two kids, but also a person of her own accord. Instead, I failed. In all respects.
My job is demanding. I spend all day teaching and every single night and weekend grading and preparing lessons at which students roll their eyes. I want to be great at what I do, so I spend hours creating intricate and exciting lessons for my students. I sacrifice hours of family time for my career. So there is no "having it all" but, instead, a "having one thing at one time, depending." That's not what I was told "success" would look like, so it's time I fess up and talk about the realities of being a working mother.