Friday. How is it feeling for you? Not gonna lie. I am a bit frazzled for a Friday. I had every intention of posting a Fixer Upper Takeaways post today. Have you read one of those posts before? When all is said and done, they take a good 9-10 hours to compose, brainstorm, curate and edit. It’s a process but one that I enjoy and love doing. Why am I mentioning this? Well to be blunt, it didn’t get done. I work on those posts throughout the week when I have time and last night ended up being bananas. In a round about way, I gave myself permission to exhale.
Here’s the thing, I think we all need a reality check sometime. A moment where we realize juggling it all is never really a skill we ever master nor is it one I hope to. See, if we are in a constant state of juggling a million balls in the air, what is our state of mind? Stressed? On edge? Worried we will drop something here or there? While many of my days do feel like that, that isn’t something I aspire to. I have become better and better at letting the balls drop and allowing them to fall where they may. At least from time to time.
Let me share a peek into a reality we as moms can all relate to. My husband was down for the count with a vicious cold and there is no question I am flirting with the same cold. No energy and feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Yesterday was the only day of the week we only had one after school activity. Look, I am not an over scheduler but it seems even one sport and one play can throw the week into a calendar driven chaos. It’s just the reality these days. So I decided to let the kids skip the activity so my daughter could work on a report and so there was time for my parents to stop by and wish our daughter Happy Birthday. Good plan, right? After dinner I would finish my post, get the kids in bed and all would be well. Uh-huh. Or so I thought.
Visit with Grammy and Papa was short and sweet. Always so wonderful to have them be able to pop over. While here the neighbors knocked on the door to play with our son. Did I mention my husband is now on the sofa watching Penguins hockey. He can barely breathe with his cold and his ears must be plugged because, well, the hockey game is now on so loud I am sure the neighbors are able to hear the second by second commentary. It’s a bit much, just saying.
Not feeling well, I manage to throw together a relatively healthy dinner and feed the family. Success, right moms? By now my daughter is showering and reading her book report book while the boys are glued to the Penguins game. It’s now 7:20 and I am eyeing the finish line! The kids would be in bed in about an hour and the house would be quiet. It was time to sit down and get some work done.
“I FORGOT TO STUDY SPELLING!!!!!!!!!!”
Yep, yep he did. I had suggested studying spelling right after school but he was quite sure waiting until later was a grand idea. Feeling under the weather and just not up for the battle I didn’t push. To be honest it normally isn’t very time-consuming and I could learn a lesson or two about not micro-managing. Although he had missed school on Monday and missed the introduction to this weeks’ word list. No big deal though, right? WRONG.
Um. . . . . what in the world? Third grade, my friends. Third grade spelling sorts. Have you seen one lately? Look, I was a teacher. Normally I have this stuff in the bag. I stared at this damn spelling sort for over twenty minutes with my son. No joke. By now he is in tears as the fatigue of the day is taking over and his sweet little brain is in panic mode. How can I not sort these words? Seriously? It’s not that hard, people. Long /i/, short /i/, cvc, vc . . . you get the picture. It’s not rocket science and yet there was an entire group of words that seemed to fit into two categories.
From over on the sofa I hear my husband say, “Here, take my phone.” Sure enough he had googled the darn sort and came up with the five neatly typed category of words. Where was this 20 minutes ago? But I was so relieved. Let’s keep this spelling train moving. After all, my son still had to learn to spell them and sort them.
Well, apparently I had forgotten all about the open /i/ concept. Yep. That one left my brain back in third grade, I believe. That is where the long /i/ sound is created by opening the mouth as wide as you can. Like in the word “minus.” Darn you, open /i/. We continued to battle with these words for next 30 minutes and let’s just say it wasn’t a picture perfect study sesh. More tears, me losing my patience, you get the picture.
In the end we conquered those darn words and even ended on a high note with a cute silly way to remember the open /i/ sort. It was time to snuggle the kids and say prayers. While laying with my son before bed I knew in my heart I would not get my work done that night and that was perfectly fine. Reality check. While I am very driven and like to get things done, the day had taken on a life of its own and I needed to breathe deeply and rest with my son. Even if just for a few minutes. Then I needed to put on pajamas and call it a night.
I woke up thinking it was more important to share a bit of my reality than to pump out a decor post. In this world of social media and pretty pictures, it’s easy to think that things are a well oiled machine. Not the case. While the blog remains my happy place and outlet for the creative side of me, it also is quite time-consuming. So just know that when the posts are fewer and farther between it’s most likely due to nights like last night. Real life. Kids, dinners, family time, sports . . . and choosing to not to juggle it all.
Had to laugh at this as I’ve been complaining lately that I get asked where something is ALL THE TIME. I don’t know about you but I don’t have a tracking device on every uniform, sock and jacket in the house by my family thinks I do. I digress.
What about you? Are you good at letting something go every now and again? Letting yourself exhale rather than holding your breath while you keep it all going. Maybe we need to give ourselves to permission to drop the ball more intentionally. Not a concept we are used to hearing. But maybe in allowing ourselves to do so, we pick up a greater sense of freedom. A freedom to know that it doesn’t all have to get done. Some days it all falls into place and some days it’s more of a hot mess. A combination of the two keeps life interesting, don’t you think?!
To all the moms trying to juggle it all today . . . don’t be afraid to exhale and let something go. Everyone will survive.
More musings from my heart.