I Need Time to Breathe!!!
We've had an anniversary getaway, dyslexia testing, puppy training and end-of-year portfolio prep, along with the everyday laundry, dishes, homeschool, standardized testing, errands, doctor's appointments, and church activities. Throw in a few sicknesses, an ER trip, foster care training (12 hours) and a fender bender, and you've just described our entire April and May.
Hence why I haven't posted much. We've been a little busy.
My oldest has informed me I've been yelling a lot lately, and she thinks it's because of the puppy. I try hard to be gentle and loving toward my children. The puppy has added a degree of difficulty to our household that we haven't had to deal with in a couple years. Sort of like having a toddler again...but I don't think that's it. I'm thinking the probable cause is STRESS!!!
I sometimes wish I could hear from you, my readers. What are you up to? Are your lives this crazy?
Most of the time I feel like life is spinning out of control and it's all I can do to hang on and pray I won't crash.
And this from a woman who considers her schedule "simple."
This weekend, it all caught up with me. Some people can go and go, candle burning at both ends, and continue like that for a long time. If I try burning the candle at both ends for a week, I crash. This time I've been going non-stop for what feels like two months.
It's sort of a lupus fail-safe. If you push too hard, it pushes back. Not only does it push back, it locks on "stop" for at least 2 days. That's what happened to me on Friday.
I had all this yard work I wanted to do. I wanted to plant the flowers and start projects that I was working on - my birthday presents!! The weather was beautiful a few days ago, so I pushed and pushed on Thursday, getting one thing after another accomplished. I really got a lot done that day.
And then I made up for it the last two days.
Oh well. It was cold and rainy and I couldn't do yard work anyway.
Tomorrow is our oldest daughter's 9th birthday. She is so excited about it, and I feel sort of like a shmuck. Is that still a word? I have a lot of 90's vernacular still kicking around in this head of mine. I also had the McDonald's Menu Song going through my head - my last month's activities could be put to the tune of "Big Mac, a Happy Meal, Filet-o-Fish, something, something...Quarter Pounder with some Cheese..." Do you remember that song? I think that's also from the 90's.
I've been so wrapped up in all the other stuff we've been doing that I haven't had time (or didn't carve out time) to plan anything. She picked out her cake, icing and candles. We have a present for her. That's as far as I've gotten. I usually do a big themed party with lots of kids, but this year I just can't do it. I did ask my in-laws if they'd join us for a pizza dinner tomorrow night. They are coming, as are my parents, who called today with news of their surprise visit tomorrow. Okay - so we have people coming. We'll have cake, presents, and pizza. That's a party, right?
My 6-year-old daughter wasn't feeling well this morning, so we stayed home from church today to recoup. I didn't realize how much I needed a day of rest.
Why don't I let myself rest? Because there's so much to do! Too much to do!! I have to be doing something all the time or I'll get buried in an avalanche of mom tasks.
So I shlepped around the house today, trying to declutter our giant clutter piles and make the house presentable. Mostly, I just wanted to lay down and read a book. I did have two naps today, so that should count for something. Washed 4 loads of laundry and 2 loads of dishes that I didn't get to during the weekend. Fit in a board game with the kids and made a simple dinner.
Sometimes God just says, "Enough!" and forces me to rest.
He rested for a whole day after 6 intense days of creating the world.
If God had to take a break, why do I try to convince myself that I don't need one?
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