I have nearly 500 unread blog posts in my feed reader. I don’t want to mark them all as read so they will just have to wait and probably grow to a larger, more laughable number.
Work is a bit crazy at the moment and I feel so behind that I can’t even start a to-do list – it’s not my fault, I keep having to go to meetings and attend to client conference calls that I can’t actually do the work that needs to be done.
This causes me stress.
I find that often work is either feast or famine and right now it’s feast but I’ve gotten used to the famine part (well, not famine so much as steady, non-increasing workload that pays the bills) that the feast part seems like too much.
It kind of is too much.
It is not helped by volunteer commitments that I made when things were slower and quieter at work.
It is also not helped by the side job I picked up to earn extra cash to pay for things like trips to Australia to see family and friends or downpayments on houses we can’t afford because our house won’t sell for anywhere close to what I paid for it 8 years ago. You know, the little things.
I know this is a season of busyness that won’t last forever, which is why I have no trouble continuing on and not just stopping dead in my tracks.
But I find busyness breeds busyness. I certainly didn’t have to choose this week to go through the boys’ rooms and cull a box and a half worth of toys. Though I did have to make those snickerdoodle rice krispie treats (they’re for the children) and thank you to my SIL, Joan, for the inspiration.
I will always make time for friends, always, no matter how busy because it helps me maintain my happiness (my love language is most definitely doing things for others; see also, hanging out) and my work doesn’t suffer because of it, it probably thrives that much more because despite the stress I feel related to it, I can handle it because I’m happy from the rest of my full life.
This doesn’t mean I don’t dream of retirement or independent wealth because I do, vividly.
Sarah’s little Wesley is going to be the rockstar of the NICU and before we know it, he’ll be up and running with the big boys! Prayers still very welcome!
I read a good book this week for my book club and then we postponed book club and that was a bummer because I actually read the book. But it was a good book so it was worth it, perhaps I’ll tell you about it someday when I can sort my thoughts out to write something more in-depth than a list of rambling bullet points.
I also take the time to blog in the evenings so wind down and get things out of my head – it’s my own mental health break, just like hanging out with friends and because it’s my blog, I don’t feel guilty if I monopolize the conversation.
We finally had it confirmed today that Liam will be in M/W/F(a.m.) kindergarten – school starts in just over two weeks. Freak out.
I’m reading the third book in the Game of Thrones series and two of the main characters died in a very shocking manner and I still can’t believe that it happened even though I read it a week ago. I think that’s the sign of a good book.
Liam’s signed up to play soccer this fall with his bestie, Keila (Tracey’s daughter), it should be interesting to say the least.
Liam keeps complaining of his head feeling “embarrassed” and I have no idea what this means. He’s also having bouts of weepiness so perhaps it’s a growth spurt. What does one do for an embarrassed head?
Yesterday, when Jack was supposed to be napping, I heard his door knob rattling and when I opened the door, there was the little imp standing on the floor in front of me – decidedly NOT in his crib. “I miss out” is what he told me with a grin. Stinko.
Liam discovered a new part of his anatomy yesterday, one he needs to discuss with his father. That’s all I have to say about that; though if you ask me in person, I’ll tell you what he called it (it’s funny, but I’m quite certain it would make his whole person feel embarassed if I posted it on my blog).
And now I’m sorry that I sound so complainy/venty in this post because really, I just wanted to unload but I don’t want pity or anything, just a big hug and perhaps a Diet Coke.
Hi, I'm Michelle, married mother of two active boys (plus one 9-pound poodle). I'm a proud Michigander, having lived here all my life (besides the 10 months I lived in Chicago during/after college). I love family, friends, God, food, enjoying life and continually striving for improvement.