This is why I call myself the dichotomom: I am a mom divided between my kids and my work. The two are mutually exclusive and their wants are contradictory. Or maybe their wants only seem contradictory, because they actually want the same thing: Me, all the time. So I am the one who bifurcates; because I cannot clone myself, I tear myself in two. It has worked for a while and I’ve had a foot in the world of motherhood and a foot in the working world. The bad part, I’ve found, is that nobody gets the whole me. And I’m no longer whole.That’s the theme of this blog—how as a working mother I am trying to mend myself, stitch myself back together, while giving the best I can to my kids and to my work.
I know I'm not alone!