man the lifeboat!

Whenever my life gets to the point of needing additional help (outside of wine and meds), I reach into my lifeboat. My lifeboat is made up of those people and things I can count on when I am torn in which choice to listen to, which path to take and honestly, accepting comfort and caving in to my needs. As a working mommie we are all powerful. We are the Uber-Mom. We have 8 arms in order to carry a baby seat, our computer bag, purse, lunch bag, coffee cup and a child's back pack.

We can do it all in an hour and a half. What that "all" is I don't remember, I can only remember that I would look at the clock and each moment, I would say, "OK, you've got an hour and a half to get this done..." Whether it was getting ready in the morning, getting a project done for your boss, meetings with your co-workers, lunch? (yeah, I took hour and a half lunches sometimes...) or making dinner, 90 minutes was all I needed.

I searched the web yesterday and uncovered several other Uber-moms. Some named atomic mom, anonymous mom, megan's mom (why not, there are several Megans in the world, they should congregate somewhere), Ruth, the mom. I love these women. They are passionate about their children, their worlds around them, and mostly, they share pieces of themselves through blogging. Moments in our lives, whether its an hour and a half or 90 minutes, it's all relative. I give myself an hour and a half to write my blog.

Back to my lifeboat. My blog is a member of my lifeboat. Along with a cup a coffee, we're just fine together. Comfort.

My husband, naturally, is my first mate. OK, I couldn't hold back from that one. In all honesty, he is my best friend, who reminds me every day that I don't have a job that brings home money when he sweetly asks, "so, what are you doing today?" Thanks for the reminder, but I'm pretty busy, I still use my day timer, although it's not Tuesday April 28th anymore is it? Comfort or helping out in making choices? You be the judge.

Then, there are those critical few that I seem to be picking up along the way. Old co-workers who have also left who reach out to me for support and return with praise, Mommies from up the street who are my wine suppliers, my mother, who consistently points out spelling errers on my blog, they all are in this life-boat of mine.

Yesterday, I shared my resume with one of my members who seems to always just be there. Where there is, I don't know, but he has always been able to read me, since we first met. He had great feedback for me, how I miss feedback. I thrived on it at work. Usually the good stuff I liked the most, but to improve you have to put yourself out there and take some of the suggestions to make yourself better. Uber-Mom had faults, only a handful of people know what they are and are able to communicate to her in a way that only she can accept.

I am still Uber-Mom. I still have eight arms, but now, they are being put to a different use, hugging for the comfort, embracing the choices, and leading myself down new paths with my lifeboat in hand.