You know, you may be more successful than me. You may be better looking than I am. Heck, you may even know how to use your universal remote control without whimpering or collapsing in a helpless heap of technology-induced angst.

But have you ever tried to click-clack a quick blog post whilst a small human being is suckling at your bosom?

Ha! I thought not.

This blog post, for me, sums up the core challenge of Lifestyle Entrepreneurs, or married business owners, or, in our case, both. Because while it’s certainly attractive to focus on the perks of owning your own business - an (allegedly) flexible schedule, optional showering, making your own rules as you go along…and changing them as fast as you make them, to name a few - the truth is, most of the time, the logistics are ridiculous.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

Allen mentioned a couple of posts ago that we just had our second child. He’s a beautiful angel named Declan Frederick Voivod, born October 5th. Hs already traveled to the top of a mountain via a chair lift, danced with his momma at his uncle’s wedding, gone apple picking, and soaked in a sunset over Lake Winnipesaukee.

He’s also taken me right out of the working game.

Emails keep coming in. Opportunities arise. Time ticks on by, and I definitely have some work to do. But none of it’s life and death, and I’m in a New Baby coma, which is severely limiting (nay, eliminating altogether) my productivity.

Allen, God bless him, is keeping all the day-to-day fires in check. Bills still need to be paid, invoices need to be cut, work has to get done. My poor husband is taking care of it all. He’s positively sleep-deprived and has done more loads of laundry in the past three days than I’ve done all year, yet he’s keeping everything afloat, while I sit in various places around our house and let this hungry little fellow of ours drink in the sweet nectar of life.

In the meantime, one of our cars has decided to make starting an optional feature, while the other one has requested we get it a new transmission. Our laptop is on our kitchen table, next to our 5-year-old’s kindergarten worksheets and, of course, our lovely breast pump. Dirty diapers adorn each and every trash recepticle around our home. Our dog is bitter about getting a demotion in the family’s priority tree, and is demonstrating his displeasure by tearing to shreads all of his “indestructible” chew toys.

It’s insane, I tell ya. Juggling life and parenthood and business and the pursuit of happiness. It’s maniacally, uncategorically INSANE.

And I know this because I’m reaching over my new baby’s body while he eats, poops, and sleeps (seemingly all at the same time), just so I can capture the insanity in a blog post.

Why?

Because the preservation and exaltation of this insanity is what makes this whole married-with-biz thing worth the price of admission.

(By the way, the photos above were taken by my extraordinarily talented friend, Michelle Goodearl. Check out more of her incredible work at www.MichelleGoodearl.com!)

 

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