Just revisiting that "working moms can have it all.... just not at once" thought.

Three weeks ago, I was smugly patting myself on the back, thinking I had it all figured out. I was in the middle of the most high-profile project of my freelance career (doing the PR for the Colfax Marathon), getting it done, still making it to every Wednesday morning music class and Friday morning playdate, cooking dinner, having intelligible conversations with my husband. I ran the Cherry Creek Sneak and planned to run the Bolder Boulder.

Now that the race is over, my house is a disaster, my work papers scattered on every counter, the kitchen table, my office and my husband's office.. nearly every meal I have eaten has been take-out. I bought a dozen donuts the other morning, for God's sake. My son's bedtime has slipped to around 10:00 pm every night, just because I'm so worn out at the end of the day, I can't summon the energy to fight him. Mount Laundry is, literally, insurmountable. The backyard is filled with dog poop. I haven't spent five minutes with my husband in weeks. I'm out of breath climbing the stairs, and wearing my fatty pants. I can't even process Entertainment Weekly.

To really hit the point home, I was 100% certain that David Archuleta would win American Idol. What was I thinking?

The lesson here? Whenever I add something new to my life, something else has to give.

Now that the race is over, perhaps I can restore that delicate balance I thought I had mastered.