One Secret to Success as a Working Mom: Remember Kids Will Be Kids

At Atria's I have SO many incomplete blog posts that it's laughable. They're incomplete because I'll start writing them and then life happens. They're incomplete because in between my inspiration for the post and editing it, I realized that I had a sponsored post to complete. They're incomplete because some national event took precedence. They're incomplete because I realized that we needed milk, eggs, or some other essential and I just forgot about it. There are so many explanations about why they're incomplete that I could devote an entire series of posts to that. Instead, I'd like to share a post from several years ago about how my kids messed up my grandmother's birthday dinner...

After a certain age, we crave balance...

One day at lunch, a man told me that he wanted to come home every night to his woman, a hot dinner and Kool-Aid with too much sugar in it. On its face, his fantasy sounds like a low class quest for sugar diabetes.

There was a time that I would have secretly laughed at his statement. But now I get it. He longs for someone to love and who cares enough for him to make his Kool-Aid the way that he likes it. At the end of the day he wants is really no different from a lot of us.

The Secret to a "Perfect" Life is Balance


I used to always be on the run. I believed that my perfect life was just one party away. I partied hard, harder than some, lighter than others. Either way, I was somewhat of a fixture on the Black professional party circuit, which is comprised of the National Black MBA Conference, the Super Bowl, The NBA All-Star Game and Miami for Memorial Day to name a few noteworthy events.  If the party was in the continental United States there was a good chance that you would find me there.

No expense was too great for a good time.  Occasionally, I was even fortunate enough to party on other people’s dimes. I popped bottles and danced with the rich, the famous and the wannabes. It was a really good ride. Then, slowly, but surely, it lost its appeal.

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy a good party. However, all of that partying had my life out of balance. Because I was rarely home, my home was often in disarray. There would be piles of clothes that I had unloaded from my suitcases around my room. I didn’t always have time to wash them and put them away between trips. Managing my active work life and my vibrant party life was exhausting.

Once I took time to breathe I realized that my home life mattered. So, I started to take more time and pay more attention to my surroundings. I began to fill my home with things that made me happy and helped to fuel my soul. Surprisingly, I gained more energy and became more pleased with my life. I also started to be more thoughtful about what I really wanted.

Even though I need a little more than hot dinner and Kool-Aid with too much sugar in it, I realize that I appreciate the importance of living a balanced life. Instead of constantly being on the run, I am in tune to what I need. When I need rest, I rest. When I crave a hug, I reach out to my boyfriend who is only too happy to oblige. And when I want to entertain, I do so without feeling as if cleaning my home is a huge imposition. Now, I greet each day with a smile and renewed energy. And every once and a while, I still try to find out where the next hot party is!

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