The Daily Schedule of a Woman Who Has Not Sat Down Since 2007

Let’s talk about the beautiful, fulfilling, magical experience of… going to work all day, coming home to kids, a partner, and a household that apparently operates on your adrenal glands alone.

Because let’s be honest:

We wake up every morning like,
“Today will be different. Today, I’ll have time for me.”

And then life laughs directly in our face.

Morning:

Alarm goes off.

You open your eyes and instantly become:

• Therapist

• Chef

• Finder of lost shoes

• Uber driver

• Emotional support human

• Human coffee maker (for everyone but yourself)
  

Because apparently no one else in your home has the ability to locate:

• Socks

• Backpacks

• Reality
  

Then you go to work.

Work Day:

You act like a fully functioning adult who has her life together.

You answer emails.
You nod professionally.
You say phrases like,
“Circling back on this.”
and
“Let’s touch base.”

Meanwhile your brain is keeping track of:

• What to defrost for dinner

• If the kid has an assignment due

• That appointment you forgot to schedule

• And something weird your partner said 3 days ago that you’re still thinking about
  

But don’t worry — self-care is important.

So you drink water once.

After Work (aka Acts 2 through 47 of your day):

You walk through the door hopeful.

Hopeful.

But the house greets you like:

“Hey queen. We left you… everything.”

Backpacks explode.
Dinner has to be invented.
Someone is crying.
Someone is yelling.
Someone is asking you where the ketchup is —
and yes, it is exactly where it always is.

The dog is emotionally unavailable.

Your partner is “waiting to see what you want to do.”

And your soul whispers:

“Run.”

Evening Routine (Ha.)

This could be your time.
Your moment.
Your sacred “soft life era.”

But instead you are:

• Helping with homework written by NASA engineers

• Washing dishes that appear to multiply when no one is looking

• Cleaning the kitchen at 9:43pm like you are prepping for a health inspection

• Doing laundry you don’t even remember wearing

At some point, someone says,

“You never sit down.”

And you just stare at them like:

“Correct.”

Finally… Bedtime.

Not your bedtime.
Everyone else’s.

You tuck everyone in.
Lights out.
Quiet.

You are ready.

You are free.

You have one single precious hour that belongs to you.

So naturally…

You scroll your phone until your soul leaves your body.

Because your brain is too tired to be present, but too wired to sleep.

Relatable?
Yes.

Will we do it again tomorrow?

Also yes.

But Here’s the Plot Twist

Under all of this, there is still a woman with:

• A spark

• A longing

• A sense of humor that is aging beautifully

• A desire to feel alive again
  

She’s not gone.

She’s waiting for space.

And she deserves some.

Not when things “slow down.”
Not when everyone else is settled.
Not someday.

Now.

Even if it’s five minutes.
Even if it’s breathing in the car before walking inside.
Even if it’s saying “I’ll finish the dishes tomorrow.”
Even if it’s choosing yourself once today.

You don’t need hours.

You just need to stop disappearing from your own life.

That’s the real comeback. 💛