It’s getting to be that time of year again. Busy busy busy, go go go….the kids have music recitals, gymnastic performances, birthdays, bike rides, fishing, gardening, theatre plays, road trips, play dates, and of course lots of running through the sprinklers.
I wish I could say my plate felt quite as carefree, as I layed in bed this morning at 4am, mind racing through a daunting list of emails to send, blocks to sew, blog posts to write, classes to plan, healthy meals to orchestrate, and a house to rescue (when I open the pantry door and Cheerios pour out into a pile at my feet, it’s time for an intervention). Unable to sleep, I tip toed upstairs to make myself a cup of tea, stumbling on paint tarps and tools….yesterday, me and my crazy brain decided we couldn’t live another day without giving the bathroom a makeover, complete with paint, wainscotting, light fixtures, and of course a smattering of diy wall shelving & art projects…hey, why not? I’ve got a special talent for piling on the projects.
When life gets busy, it’s so easy to get overwhelmed. Overwhelmed at what I tell myself I need to accomplish. Overwhelmed that my #1 job of being a kick butt mommy to 2 little girls sometimes feels like #9 on a daily check list stuck to my fridge. Showering and working out are mysteriously absent.
And then I stop myself.
No one’s going to get cancer if I don’t get my swap partners blocks in the mail today.
Society will not crumble if we just order a pizza for dinner and call it good.
The cool early morning air seduces me through this open window, as trees full of birds chatter and welcome the rising sun. It’s going to be a gorgeous day and, dagnabit, I’m determined to soak it in!…and finish that paint job.