“Come on, let’s go, we’re in a hurry, we have [this, this, and this] to do before that [unimportant event that for some reason we can’t miss]!” It seems like I am saying this to my family everyday. I hate it, I hate it with a passion. I hate that my alarm goes off around 5, I do a workout or two, rush the kids out the door, to drop everyone off at their places, and then barely make it to school on time. Then, after school, I rush to pick up the kids so we can run home, have a snack, do some homework before we fly out the door again. Sometimes we make it home before 6, and others we get home around 8.
I look at our schedule and lives and wonder, “How did this happen?” I hate to be busy. I love leisure, I love moderation, I love a slow-paced life. How did I let our family get so busy? I can answer that, by saying, “Yes,” to one small commitment at a time. Just like a bunch of small changes can add up to a big change, well a bunch of small commitments add up to too many.
Sporting events – Nope, we have two left for each kid, we just have to hold on to that.
MOPS – Nope, I need my Mommy interaction, especially now that I am working and Scott’s schedule is crazy.
Boy Scouts – Nope, Scott went to one parent meeting and came home a den leader. (Stay tuned for a photo of him in his scouting uniform. I can’t wait!)
Grad School – Uh, no. Can’t quit that!
Blogging or Photography – Only if i want to sink into a deep depression again. Sorry, can’t do that. I have cut down on both, and my soul is aching for it. I can’t give up my art, it’s too hard and makes me sad.
Working out – Can I give up eating and breathing too?
Community Service – What would Jesus do? What kind of message does that send?
Housework and laundry – Well, something has to go. I guess I will try to do that… 😉
I guess I will continue to give up sleep, and hold on tight for the next couple of weeks, praying that no one gets sick.
Anyway, there is no point to this writing. I am facing a writer’s block at the moment. This terrible schedule is getting in the way of my family stories. It’s time to find the inspiration again, but first, I think I need to breathe.
How do you supermoms do it all? I seem to fail every single time…At the end of the day, I am not Superwoman, so I may as well stop trying and just breathe. Breathe. Breathe.