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Death by Details
May 19, 2005 | Category: Family, It's a Trip
I'm begining to fall behind in everything.
Driving Bear and his babysitter to all the play dates and such, tracking all the end of the school year stuff, and not getting enough uniterrupted time to do my job means that I'm missing deadlines, skipping steps, running late, and feeling squished with all the stress.
CD shares his cubby at work so he keeps the personal stuff to an absolute minimum. That means he's unplugged from 8:30AM to 6PM every day. And, unfortunately, he hasn't built up the organizational effort to track the details that swirl like snow around a family - especially those that include Bear.
And because "I'm home", it is expected that I am both mom and employee - able, somehow, to juggle financial audits while convincing a screaming, overtired 4 year old that he HAS to take a nap while his adoring but non-confrontational babysitter murmurs gently beside me.
Yesterday, I discovered that CD hadn't yet made arrangements for Bear's summer care. This was the one thing I really needed him to do. Bear's school ends in 2 weeks. I am proud to say that I didn't scream or lose my temper. I did, however, cry with disappointment and stress.
Like planning a lovely night out at the movies for us but not getting a babysitter for Bear, CD's gestures can be sweet but incomplete. So I have learned this habit of hunting the details like a pig for truffles. Agressively seeking the minutae that will bitch slap my family if not tended.
But I often fail. It is too much. Things slip through the cracks. Like that contract we didn't sign and return on time - which precipitated a crisis about putting Bear into Kindergarten next year.
My job is high-profile and demanding. One of my mentors warned me, after my last promotion, that if I looked around at the successful people in my strata I would find they had one thing in common - a domestic situation that actually supported their careers.
She said: Elizabeth, a single shining performance or two will get you the promotion. But without a supportive home environment, you won't get there from here.
And she's right.
I try to see the forest for the trees. To accept my limitations and own that I'm dying in the details. That for my own sanity and health, the juggling act I've been doing as senior management and primary homemaker has got to STOP. But the person who needs to hear it most and do something about isn't listening -
me.