My Life is a Caketastrophe

In my ideal reality, I live a balanced life. Mothering the peeps, spending time with Mark, working outside the home, being a good friend, running a fully-functioning household, and preparing for an advanced degree are just pieces of an evenly sliced pie. At the end of each day, all of the pieces are intact and perfect. Everyone is happy.

But in my real reality, I don't care too much for pie. Most days, especially lately, I feel like my life is one of those caketastrophes we enjoy looking at on the Internet. Everything feels mangled, mashed, smashed, and uneven. Maybe I feel this way because I've been sick for two weeks, Maybe I'm trying too hard in areas that, in the dreamy dessert tray of life, really aren't that tasty. Maybe I read too much about mothers who do seem able to do it all and have it all, forgetting that the sweet life they portray is only a crumb of the real story.

Whatever the reason, I'm out of whack. And I want my whack back. Oh, and I want some cake, too.