I have been in a car with my family for 9 hours now. And we still have 20 minutes to go before we arrive home.
Everyone is exhausted.
The baby has been crying on and off for the last 20 minutes.
My legs are uncomfortable.
My back hurts.
I've been trying to write this blog post for an hour, but every time I get myself ready to start typing; 'mommmmm!' 'mommy, I'm hungry' 'babe, elliotte is crying' (like I can't hear her). 'what are you doing? maybe you should forget trying to do whatever it is you're trying to do...'.
I could literally pull my hair out right now.
I am going to be honest here and say that I have, since going back to work after having a third child, had many moments where I have considered the idea of stopping work all together. I often feel like I am battling the world just trying to get a shoot scheduled, or a set culled or edited or my website updated.
And then there's marketing.
I am saying all of this because I could have closed my laptop a while ago and given up on writing this. I could have given up on all of this a long time ago. It is NOT easy. Mothering, being a supportive partner, and trying to run your own creative business is superrrrrr fucking hard. But I'm still here. I'm still typing and shooting through the chaos and trying to find the balance. I don't know if it actually exists in the world of a working parent but I haven’t given up yet.
And all of this because, I simply love taking pictures of people. I always will.
And we just pulled up to our front door.. goodnight y’all.