November always reminds me that some months mean that there is no such thing as work-life balance.

Some months offer a lot more balance. In December I cash in much of the comp time I earn in November. With two major fundraisers within two weeks of each other, I long for November 30.

But, through all of the busniness, I manage to keep some semblance of order at home. Something does suffer. . . I’ve only made a handful of visits to the gym. BUT, though I am busy at work, and have done some of my side work of speaking and consulting, I still want to be available for my family.

So that means, that during a busy time, I turn down some of the “fun” things,. I don’t get to the gym. Coffee with friends is rare. I don’t even make it to chapel at the girls’ school every week.

BUT, what I do do is have dinner with my family. Some of it comes out of a slow cooker. Some is picked up from a pizza place on my way home. . . but we dine together.

I do make an effort to be there for bedtime for the littles. I can’t always be there, But I really try to be there.

No, There is no balance. I miss bedtime more than I want to. Dinner is cooked by others more than I want it to be. This is not ideal.

But I also know that this is temporary. If every month was November, I would have to be done. But after November comes sweet, beautiful, December. December with Advent. December with baking cookies and wrapping gifts. December with  sleeping in with kiddos with days off of school. December with decadent foods and dancing around our Christmas tree. . December with family movie nights and popcorn for dinner.

Yes, I love my job. But I am so thankful that November only comes once a year.

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Written by Dakotapam
I'm a Lutheran pastor's wife and mom to six kids, including young adult sons down to 8-year old twin daughters. My life is sometimes normal, and sometimes crazy; but through it all, I know that I am blessed! Some people say that I have my hands full, I prefer to call it living life with both hands full, and I love it!