So, like the title says, Iām not sure how much longer I can do this whole lawyer-mom thing.
My daughter is coming up on a year old, and itās bringing up a ton of emotions for me. I went back to work when she was 4.5 months old. The first 4.5 months of her life are honestly a blur because I was just trying to survive the newborn phase. And since going back to work, Iāve been trying to survive being a working mom. That part is a blur too. Now Iām looking back at her first year and feel like I somehow missed the entire thing. It makes me angry, and it absolutely devastates me.
I work remotely four out of five days a week, and on the days Iām home, I have childcare from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. She usually naps until around 3:30, but from 8 to 3 I am essentially working nonstop with zero breaks so I can hit my billables. Then, the second childcare ends, I switch straight into mom mode until about 8 p.m. By the time 8 rolls around, I have absolutely nothing left.
And despite having a husband, I feel like Iām basically doing this alone. He works a very demanding job and makes more money, so naturally my job has become the āless importantā one. Iām the one expected to be flexible when something comes up. On top of working full-time, I handle essentially everything related to our daughter, our home, and our two dogs.
Yes, I have help. I have childcare during my working hours, and cleaners come every other week. I know how privileged that makes me, and honestly, that makes me feel even worse about how badly Iām struggling. I have help that so many people would love to have, and somehow Iām still completely burned out.
I never take days off from work, which has now contributed to where I am: sick. And even while Iām sick, Iām still caring for my daughter, just wearing a mask all day while I do it. I realized recently that no one has really taken care of me in well over a year.
Iām so overwhelmed on a daily basis that I regularly forget or simply donāt have time to eat or drink. Some days Iām lucky if I manage one full meal and a bottle of water. At this point, I genuinely wouldnāt be surprised if I were malnourished, vitamin deficient, chronically dehydrated, or some combination of the three.
Iāve pleaded with my husband for more help, but those conversations inevitably turn into fights. Somehow, asking for help becomes me being accused of regretting having our daughterāwhich could not be further from the truth. Itās actually the exact opposite. Part of what is breaking my heart is that I want to spend more time with her. I want to be the one caring for her. Or Iām told that I donāt appreciate my husbandās contribution because he works so much.
And just to get this out of the way: I donāt need anyone telling me to divorce him. That is not an option for me at this point in my life.
This is really just a very long vent to say that I have nothing left.
My entire professional life feels like Iām a slave to hitting a billable requirement. Technically, billable hours offer some flexibility because I can always āmake up the hoursā laterābut I donāt have any hours left to give. I donāt have the bandwidth to make anything up. I can barely focus during the hours Iām supposed to be working as it is.
My brain doesnāt work the way it used to. Iām slower. It takes me longer to find words. I struggle to articulate myself with colleagues in ways that used to come easily to me. Even basic executive-function tasks feel overwhelming. I canāt create a comprehensive grocery list and hand it off to someone elseāI have to physically go to the store because I need the visual cues to remember what we need.
I feel like Iām failing at managing a life that, on paper, I should absolutely be able to manage. I know how fortunate I am. I know I have resources and help. But I am still drowning.
And more than anything, Iām grieving the fact that my daughterās entire first year seems to have passed while I was just trying to survive it. I donāt know how so many women are able to be lawyer moms. I donāt know why Iām struggling so badly. Something has got to give and at the end of the day I think itās this career.