I’m sitting here on my couch reviewing the past week and looking ahead to the next. My daughter is trying on clothes from the cousin hand-me-down bag (which is amazing).
We are on Day 2 of fall break. Day 1 was parent-teacher conferences, an hour in the office at work, Cosmic Kids Space Club, and dance class.
Space club is a group of my son’s buddies that were invited to check out Saturn on one of the boy’s grandpa’s telescope.
We just finished soybean harvest. The guys are drilling on the last few dozen acres of wheat. For a blessed day, we are still a few points too damp for milo harvest.
As I sit here, I realize that the role of mother, wife and working mom isn’t what wears me out. It’s all the extras.
It’s the Ear Nose and Throat specialist we will visit in Monday for 3 rounds of strep throat in 60 days. The additional meeting I need to attend.
It makes me wonder how necessary some of those commitments are. The ENT is a must. What about the others?
At kids’ youth group Wednesday night, another volunteer from the generation before mine asked me if my parents scrambled around as much as my generation is to make it all happen. After a few days of thought, I’m convinced they did. However, I don’t think it started this young.
Is it really going to put my kids at a disadvantage if they don’t do that next extra activity?
I speculate that having a mom who isn’t scurrying, rushing and occasionally loosing her
sh*t patience is likely better for everyone.