I hate that.
And I hate using the word hate, but that's a whole other thing, and I could easily get sidetracked here.
Back to being busy. Am I 'busy'? I suppose that could be a way to term it. I think saying that I am busy takes some of the responsibility off me, though. And that's really not fair, because I'm an adult. And I chose what's in my life and in my day. There are many things happening in my life right now, and I often feel like I am either a long distance swimmer who is keeping afloat, or a person spinning plates, keeping them all spinning at the same time. So I either have lots of plates, or many miles in my life. Either way, it boils down to a lot happening. The truth of the matter is that all the things, all the plates I keep spinning, all the miles, all the things are ones I have chosen.
I mean, some of them are permanent and some of them are just for the season.
I'm a wife. A mom. A full-time student. A soon to be employee (that's new!). A home builder. A home seller. A cook. A housekeeper (that could use some work). A Sunday school teacher. A Wednesday night teacher. A tutor. A friend. A sister. A daughter. A driver. Somewhere in there, a person who once had hobbies and things she liked doing.
The list goes on and on. And it boils back to my life being full of things and people. All the things and all the people that I chose to be there.
So I feel like if I complain that I am 'busy', it's something that I could change if I really wanted, which means I shouldn't complain.
This is a very round about way of saying that while I am often flooded with things to do, and feel like I spend many days chasing plates, or barely keeping nose my above water, all the things are good things! And I don't want to just tell people that I am busy.
But most days, I am barely afloat, with just my nose sticking out of the water, and I want to scream, "SAVE ME!" or I want to just stop spinning the plates and watch them all crash to the floor. I have more of these types of days than the ones where I successfully do All. The. Things.
I told someone last night that if I just had an extra 12 hours every day, uninterrupted, with no children or a spouse, I could really get my life under control.
So no sleep it is.
Just kidding. Sort of.
While I was running errands for my husband today (because that's always more important than the things I planned to do (read: Sarcasm font), this song came on the radio. And because I was alone in the car, I could actually hear it, and really listen to the words. And you know? I cried. And not like, single, graceful tear track down one cheek. Like ugly, red-nosed, pull over cried. Because this song was my day right then. Literally. my. day.
What incredible timing. So to all my over-worked, stressed, depressed, barely keeping their nose above water, chasing plates, and children, and spouses, and jobs, and life- friends out there.
Just. Breathe.
