You know I had a counselor once that said a very wise thing. It’s something that I have gone back to on multiple occasions. It doesn’t change my circumstances, it doesn’t fix anything, but it does make me feel a little less crazy. Are you ready for it?
Paraphrased: You guys are in the hardest season on your lives. You’re parents of young children, at the bottom of your pay scale (hopefully), running your own business, and away from your family. You are doing more work now than any other season and more work than most people. (Her words not mine.)
I mean seriously, anybody else get super tired of waking up thinking, well, once I get out of this bed there will be no stopping. I will literally have something that needs to be done (and then some) every waking moment that I have. I will never get caught up. I will go to bed with the same stuff on my list as the night before and then some.
As I type I look at my disaster of a kitchen and 2 loads of laundry on the bed (unfolded of course), the dryer just dinged, and the washing machine is still running. Does it ever end? I’m afraid not. I’m pretty sure it’s the curse of the earth. Everything fights against us, including those “sweet” little beings that we birth. It’s a good thing kids are cute.
I’m a task-oriented extroverted person so maybe this is harder for me than it is for some of you. Maybe this is me being forced to continue learning the never-ending lesson that people and experiences are more important than perfect, clean, and completion. In fact, maybe I’ll start retraining my mind (insert sarcasm), “Self, look at it this way, with all the added things to do you get to create more check-lists, you get to check more off, there is more opportunity for organization” (end sarcasm).
I know. I know. “Treasure these years.” “They grow up so fast.” “They’ll be gone before you know it.” Blah blah blah. One painstaking day at a time and it sure doesn’t feel fast. It feels slower than molasses.
Yes yes I know. This could be the depression or the hormones talking. Tomorrow I could quite possibly wake up and regret writing this. But, truth be told, this represents more than just today. Now, I don’t always feel so miserable or resent it as much. And mostly I’m happy to be where I am. I’m not jumping off a cliff or anything (so family, don’t lose any sleep over this). But I do get tired. And I’m guessing this is normal??
Another opportunity to preach the gospel to my own heart. What in the world does that look like? Heck if I know. In my head it sounds like these questions. Am I putting others’ interests before my own? Is this bricks with no straw (more on that in a later post or read Redemption). Has God given me the tools that I need? Am I alone? Is God’s story for my life better than the story that I would write for my life? Also, I spend a lot of time praying what I’m actually feeling and thinking instead of pretending to God that I’m enjoying everything that I have to do or pretending that this is easy.
Practically speaking, I really am trying to retrain my mind. Which usually sounds like this, “Self, are you going to want to do this later? Um, no, idiot, I’m not. Well then, do it now and get it over with. (little kid mimicking voice) You do it now and get it over with.” Or it sounds like this, “C’mon, just do it. Just finish folding this basket. Just finish one more thing. Just look at this 12 inches. Now, just look at this 12 inches.” Or “OTIO. Only.Touch.It.Once. C’mon don’t move it, put it away. OTIO.” Also you should know that in my head it sounds like Oh-Teeeee-Oh.
End rant. Sorry everyone. That’s what today felt like. Thank goodness my momma is coming in the morning!
Any other moms of young kids feel crazy like me?