Emily Schwartz

I'm a hard working mom of a ten yer old daughter (Sydney).

I have a partner (John).

I have a home, I have a career and I have a dog (Phineas).

I also have a whiteboard in the kitchen that plots our comings and goings and every week I create a menu of healthy dinners. I have a type written grocery list. I work full time at a career that makes my parents proud--even though they don't understand it ("how come you aren't a newscaster yet?"). I wake at 5 every morning to squeeze it all in. I try to make a hot breakfast for my family as often as I can--and feel bad if it only happens once a week. I answer work emails at 8 p.m.

I'm trying my best to have and do it all. Be a modern day June Cleaver whose kid has healthy lunches every day and never forgets a permission slip. The kind of wife who greets her husband at the door with a drink and a smile (ok, at least a drink). I'm trying to accomplish that kind of life while working full time at a job that sometimes tries to suck the life and spirit right out of me. It's a bitch and I often want to cry because I feel like I'm terrible at everything I'm trying to accomplish. But sometimes I feel like one bad ass rock star.

That's what I'm here to share--my experience as a perpetually exhausted, bad assed rock star.