Sharing. This is inevitably learned by all mothers. Share yourself between home and work, between yourself, beloved, children, between affairs and desires. In order for no one to be disadvantaged, everyone smiles. To share yourself with the biggest love and devotion, but at least keep some for yourself. A little bit of time. A bit of love. A bit of freedom.
When someone is already tired of searches of balance, I'm still on the road. I chase the balance all the way, I'm still trying to learn it. Maybe because I am "everything or nothing": working, eating, loving, doing anything. From this it is easy to get tired, therefore, I try to talk to myself, to understand myself, to love myself.
Sometimes I have to take tricks. Donate one hour of sleep so I can read a book. Get ready something from the evening so that tomorrow's day I do not have to apologize again for not having time for myself.
