Every single week I go about the business of being super mom. No, I’m not trying in any way shape or form trying to be super mom, nor do I even like the term. Apparently, it just comes off that way… or at least that’s what I suspect my family might be thinking. Shame on them! Maybe shame on me too! Lol!
Predictably, Friday nights are dedicated to laundry. Why? Because I don’t want to deal with dirty clothes, etc… on my days off. If I get it done by Friday bedtime (whatever time I collapse), then I’m set until the following week.
My family has the luxury, and that’s exactly what it is… a luxury of having nutritious, delectable, and balanced meals at least five to six days per week. And… it’s usually on the table by 5ish! No junk food! No prefab unidentifiable dish from a box, but real homemade meals. Did I mention that I work full-time outside of the home? Just checking—sometimes I have to remind my family of this, fact.
Careful planning enables me to get more, but not everything, done than time really permits. Sometimes I feel as though I really am squeezing blood from an onion. Rarely do we run out of necessities such as bread, cereal, etc… I am however, guilty of forgetting to pay the utility bills. You know, gas and electric. The big stuff that are difficult to live without. I am dead serious. As the official mail “sorter” if I don’t sort the mail, most of it it doesn’t get sorted, and if it doesn’t get sorted… well, you know the story. The utilities won’t get paid! It’s absolutely absurd. Embarrassing, but true. There have been a few occasions where I happened to stumble on a disconnection notice… not due to lack of funds… but lack of time! Yeah, I know I’m working on electronic bill pay for everything. I’m not quite comfortable with automatic and electronic deductions from my bank account, but I’m strongly considering the option.
Last Sunday, I decided to put ME first!
Normally, it’s the opposite. I ate first. No one in my home is interested in eating organic steel cut oats, with blueberries, flax-seed, wheat germ, and bee pollen, so I ate first and worked on breakfast later. I did everything that I wanted to do first. I happily and defiantly put everything that needed to be done off. I even completed a six-mile run through the neighborhood. I returned home at 5 p.m. The same time that dinner is usually on the table. I started dinner around 5:30 p.m. Everyone was chillin and lying around like they didn’t have a care in the world, so I just took my sweet old-time. Dinner ended up being served a little after 7 p.m. and while no one complained, they got to the table quicker than usual! I like!
“Mom, you need 25/8,” were my daughter’s comments to me last night. Referencing to Mary J. Blige’s new song, she recognizes that I’m a busy working mom. Sidebar: not much of an offer to ease the burden, but if you’re living with a young adult, you know exactly what I’m talking about. (Chuckle)
While Mary needs 25/8 to love her man, I need 25/8 to handle my business.
Since I can’t get 25/8, I’ll simply fine-tune my priorities again.
On Sunday, putting me first and getting through my task list, including working out prevented self –inflicted anxiety and resentment. Why self-inflicted? Because I set goals for myself and when I don’t accomplish those goals, I tend to get frustrated. I don’t think anyone in the household consciously cares, they just subconsciously reap the benefits. No judgement; just an oberservation.
To make things easier at home, the past umpteen years, I’ve made major changes to my home/family routine. Still- old habits die-hard! Part of my problem, oops! I mean “challenge” (I prefer to view so-called problems as challenges) is that I am a perfectionist. I strive for it; I don’t try to be it. I just want things done right not half-ass.
Delegating is an option, but I still want it done right. Is that so bad? Who defines what right is? Me? Hmm… is that part of the issue? Just thinking on paper…..
Now then, soon, I will be checking into a plush hotel for a “me” day and I’m going to do whatever I want to do; most likely nothing other than read or write. In error, I told my hubby my plan, he said, “we” should do that. “We?” Who said anything about “we?” This isn’t a “I’m going to entertain you day!” It’s an “I’m going to entertain myself day.” OMG! Literally ROTFL! (Rolling on the floor laughing) Is that hilarious or what? Of course I love my hubby and enjoy time with him, but sometimes we girls need time alone. Since my home is always occupied, I will find a vacancy elsewhere. The change in scenery will be good, much-needed, and will perfectly recharge my battery. Oh boy! I can’t wait! Lol!