A year ago, I landed my dream job at ESPN. We moved to LA for my husband’s job. Oh, and I also gave birth to my first baby. It was a lot of changes all at once, but I was used to flying by the seat of pants. People would ask me all the time, “How are you going to be able to travel every weekend for work and be a mom?” I told them “I’ll figure out”. I really didn’t think it’d be that hard…. uhhhhh, I wish I could go back to being so naive.
It’s freaking hard! My husband also travels on the weekends for his job, which makes it double-hard. We also have no family in LA, so yeah, triple hard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’m just telling my younger self that I was an idiot to think it’d be so easy. I’m now in charge of a human being, so I’m not quite sure why i thought it’d be so easy.
So how do I do it? Well, it’s a day-to-day struggle. Sometimes (actually a lot of times) I have to make layovers at DFW where my parents live, and just throw Jace and his diaper bag through security and sprint to my next flight. Thank God for grandparents. We’ve got a wonderful babysitter who helps out during the week. Why can’t she just stay overnights you ask? Have you looked at how much babysitters charge for overnight sitting? I’d be broke by the end of football season. I’m not sure how other traveling mom’s do it, or how they make it look so easy.
That’s a little preview of what this blog is about- sports, traveling, motherhood, etc. I’ll share some hysterical stories from life on the road (beware, it may involve Jace’s throwing up or a drunken fan throwing up on me). I’ll give advice for reporters trying to get into the business. I’ll share my favorite baby items, fellow bloggers, make-up finds, travel tips, and favorite bottles of wine. I’d also like this to be a space for people to share their stories and to ask questions.
I hope you enjoy reading! Warning, I’m a bit of a hot mess at time. I’m surprised I make to the airport on time every week without losing my wallet (which has only happened three times). Feel free to laugh at my expense. I like to think it’s part of my charm. That’s what I tell my husband when I forget to put the coffee cup under the Kuerig…