All right, I'm crying Uncle. It's time to add "Summer" to the list of things I'll never understand. Or, more specifically, "How it is possible to have Jimmy home for the summer to help me with the girls and the house and yet somehow I seem to have significantly less time to accomplish anything around here and my To Do list gets longer every day." Seriously, this is possible how? Is this one of those things I would understand and be capable of fixing if only I had sat with my brothers while they watched all those endless hours of Star Trek? Yes? Well, it's too late now, because I don't have time to catch up, because laundry and swim class and bills and email and shopping and sick kids and phone calls and reheating my coffee five times in a row before I remember to actually drink it.
The house won't fall down if I don't finish the laundry. But I am more than a little frustrated that I seem to have lost that time in my schedule I had hoped would be filled with writing, drawing, reading, and walking. And I think, if I could give up my desire for those things, I wouldn't feel quite so stressed for time. Maybe I'm just being selfish. Or maybe those things are vital.
One of these days, maybe I'll find a moment to figure it out.
Of course, plenty of what is keeping me busy lately is absolutely worth sacrifice. To wit:
|Saturday ball games|
|(lots of snacks)|
|little girls' clothes shopping|
|end-of-year school projects|
|learning to let someone learn to climb trees|
|(but staying close by just in case)|
|taking care of sick babies|
|enforcing nap times|
|(loving nap times)|
|((hey, I got a *little* bit of drawing squeezed in!))|
|spending time with friends (Hi, Julie!)|
|ensuring our girls' education is on track|
|and eating meals outside.|
(Yeah. Absolutely worth it.)