Lately, I’ve been feeling rushed. Which seems quite ridiculous to me, since I’m mostly a stay-at-home mom. I rush to get ready in the morning; to pack lunches, make sure my children are fed and dressed and then rush out the door to drop them off at school. I rush to volunteer at church or school or to my part time job, to the grocery store or to the doctor’s office.
When I’m at home, I’m rushing to throw that load of laundry in the washing machine, to empty the dishwasher or vacuum something. Before I know it, I need to pick up the girls from school and rush to ballet, rush to do math and study spelling words, make dinner, wash the dishes and put the kids to bed.
In between writing these paragraphs, I cleared junk mail off of the counter, put a load of laundry in the dryer, noticed what time it was and rushed to get dinner going on the stove. I took out the garbage and recycling (see “cleared off the counter” up above!)
Even when I’m online I’m in a rush; to answer emails or comment on blogs, Facebook or Google+ as quickly as I can so that I can get back to the real tasks in life.
Raise your hand if this sounds familiar.
Way back when I was teaching full time and going to graduate school, I used to quell that rising feeling of anxiety by telling myself that everything I needed to do would get done. That paper would get written in time, my report cards would be handed out on the correct days, and I would be prepared for parent conferences.
Somehow, it worked. By plugging away and working steadily and also (this is important!) taking breaks, it all got done.
My tasks now are quite different, but it all gets done. The girls go to school with clean clothes, I manage to make dinner every night, and sometimes, there are crumbs under the kitchen table.
I’ll vacuum those crumbs…tomorrow. It will get done.