My Reality

Photo credit: Awen Photography

Sometimes I wish I had a reality show about my life.  On one hand, I don’t think I could handle a crew of cameras following me around all day every day, but I know more happens to me before 11 a.m. than what I watch on Keeping Up with the Kardashians.  My life is the better than fiction, I’ve always said. It’s not usually filled with drama. However, there are serious moment, emotional moments and a decent dose of humor. Humor is my coping mechanism. My life is not all about kid stuff or about being a mom.  Sometimes it’s relationship stuff.  Sometimes it’s work, or friendships that create the content for the show in my head. Usually, some calamity of errors culminates to generate the story line for my made-up show.

For the last 10 months, I have been going through a divorce. I’m not proud of it and it wasn’t even really public knowledge – until now. Privacy is something that I value for myself and for my children. Our lives will never be an open book. But, certainly people can relate to the trials and tribulations of parenting and marriage.

Parenting is a challenge for any couple no matter how successful they are at it. Now, as a single mom, my daily routine is crazy in a different way. We are in our groove and doing well, but it doesn’t change the fact that getting three kids out of the house every morning before 8 a.m. and avoiding some poop, spit-up or meltdown incident is probably highly unlikely. I fly around the house in a blouse and pencil skirt, trying not to work up a sweat or break a heel as I wipe down counter tops, pick up dirty clothes and let the dog out. Typically, I am talking to myself or inanimate objects.  Then, I arrive at daycare with the blankets, diapers, lunch boxes and bottles and kiss my offspring goodbye so I can head off to work and conduct business meetings or stand in front of a room of people giving a presentation. My morning cup of coffee is usually sitting cold in my cup at noon. That’s my new normal.

My life show could be called Sleepless in Springboro, Single Mom in the Midwest or Keeping Up with the Krzak’s – although they all sound familiar.

At the end of the day, I get it — everyone has a life. Sometimes is it easier than others, and some of us just manage it better than others. I like to think I manage my load extremely well – I may be a sadomasochist (of sorts).  I thrive on a challenge for sure.

When you tune in, there will never be a dull moment. If I get to make a few million off of it, even better.