I hope your Monday was filled with awesome x 12,000. Mine was filled with a looming list of TOO MANY THINGS. I started freaking out around 4:15 this morning when I couldn't seem to get it together and get out the door to the gym. I like to get there between 4:20 and 4:30, and I didn't roll in the place until almost 4:40 -- like those lazy people who work out LATE. Anyway, it sort of threw me off my groove -- pretty much all day.
It probably stems from the fact that I am supposed to be THREE important places tomorrow at the same time. That's two, too many, in case you are keeping track. The good news is -- I sorted it all out. The bad news is, I had to drop one IMPORTANT thing in order to pull off the impossible. Also, I may have to skip sleeping, forever. No big deal, though, right?
I hate when I can't do EVERYTHING I want to do, or I can't do everything I want to do PERFECTLY. It stresses me out, which is kind of ridiculous when you think about it, but it is how I am wired. Maybe you aren't like that. Maybe you manage everything with grace and poise, and when you get triple-booked you just shrug and laugh.Our
I am mellowed out now -- even though -- I had to switch computers THREE times to finally get to my blog. Our computers are in some sort of state of rebellion. I was grateful to have another one to try. (Whenever my blog has 10 million typos, instead of the usual 5 million -- I had to write it on my phone). My next plan is sleep, so I guess I'm in a pretty good mood.
I remember once, when I was teaching high school, we all went to an assembly put on by the US Marine Corps. They were explaining life as a Maine. I stood next a couple of other teachers who listened to the pitch. One leaned to the other and said, "Can we join up?" They laughed, but then we all really thought about it: three meals a day that are cooked by someone else, you only have to clean up your little bunk and storage, and you get into the best physical shape of your life. "Maybe we could just attend the boot camp, and go back home after that." I suggested. Which is not to diminish the incredible sacrafice and committment of the Marines, but you know sometimes a busy Mom dreams of a life with someone ELSE in charge.
I don't always handle stress the way I should. Sometimes I get snappish or hyper-critical of everyone around me. I get short-tempered about tiny, stupid things that don't matter. The Boy is much wiser about handling his own stress. He is likely to simply say, "I feel stressed. I need a break." Direct communication; what a concept.
One of my favorite little people in my Sunday school class was a quiet, shy girl, who would come right up to me. "I feel sad because Mommy went into the big church. I need to sit with you." She was petit and adorable, and at five years old clearly able to say what she needed. "Okay." I would tell her. "Let's you and me, color together." Smart kid.
Here's hoping your stress level was low today, and that tomorrow will be fantastic even if you have to be three places at the same time. I know you can do it.