I definitely don't know the answer to that one.
I am actually starting to think that maybe balance is over-rated. I had the house to myself tonight and I spent 6 blissful hours tonight laying in bed with my cat devouring a novel. Front cover to back, only getting up to go to the washroom. Skipped dinner. Skipped laundry. Skipped cleaning bathrooms. Skipped phone calls. I simply indulged in one of my favourite past-times. And I feel no guilt. The laundry will get done tomorrow. The bathrooms will be cleaned one day. Friends will be caught up with soon. Nothing was that pressing or that important that I couldn't just retreat. I hibernated like an unbalanced recluse.
So do I "have balance"? No, definitely not... my days are centered around the agendas of a toddler and a preschooler. Tomorrow I will probably be back to chasing little people around the house like an un-hinged lunatic, begging them to put socks and underwear on. But allowing myself to fully indulge in life's little pleasures like the occasional good book makes me feel balanced and the illusion of balance is good enough for me right now.
As you can see R finds her balance in the little things while for B he is most zen when wearing his gumboots with shorts.
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