I'm tired.
Not the "I stayed up too late last night" tired, but the "weight of responsibilities has gotten heavy" kind of tired.
There's a distinct difference.
The pace has been nonstop,
at work and home,
life's moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose.
Rushing and racing and running in circles
but I'm getting no where.
Well just further behind....
while life passes by.
It happens to all of us,
but that doesn't make me feel any better about it.
As stress increases
parenting skills decrease.
The stories aren't cute.
The "mom watch me's" becomes like fingernails on a chalkboard
The "can we's" are annoying.
The thought of bedtime is your saving grace.
...but
When its quiet.
When they're sleeping peacefully
and the thoughts of the half listened to stories, the missed "Watch me's", the refusals of "can we"...creep in...that's when the gravity of my choices is the heaviest. ya know?
Like your conscious does it's best to remind you where your priorities need to be tomorrow.
But with the morning sun......it begins again.
With a couple weeks of summer left the kids made note of the final things
they want on their summer bucket list.
They posted it on the refrigerator.
Keeps me accountable.
I need that these days.
1 Challenge from Tina
2. Swimming. Lots of it
3. Glow Stick bike ride
4. Pontoon and tubing
5. Farmers Market
Fake it till you make it right!?
no comments necessary.
you have to acknowledge the feeling before you can release it.
its a process....
