So, how much more work is the 3rd child? Turns out....a big leap from 2. Perhaps I'm a little shell shocked at the fact that it has been 5 years since I've had a baby, maybe it is that I have actually aged these past few years and as my doctor reminded me, "you know you're not 25 anymore...", or maybe this extra 15+ extra pounds I'm carrying around is WEIGHING ME down. I am constantly amazed at the lack of things that get done in the 15 hours a day that I am awake. I have become better through the years at admitting that I can't do it all, that I need help, and that it's ok if everything isn't perfect. It's ok, right?
I can't help hearing circus music in my head as I go about my daily activities at times. It has become my theme song. You know what I mean...you've heard it...I know you have. (Please say yes or this will officially confirm that in fact, I am going crazy). I have decided to embrace the circus and perfect my circus routine just as much as I can. The juggling routine is coming along pretty good, and the balancing act is close to perfect, but the show clean up could use a little help. I need to work on the costumes and makeup at times, but trust me, when it's showtime, this girl knows how to make herself look presentable in about 10 minutes flat. This is a skill I have perfected over the nine years of being a mother (and some crazy curly hair that looks pretty good in a pony tail).
So, when life is getting you down and the "to do" list is getting too long, try to spend the time on what you can control...the rest will follow. Maybe there will be a new song to accompany you when the time comes (maybe something really hip with a good rhythm). In the meantime, head to Stomp with a girlfriend and have a glass of wine. Somehow, that always seems to make everything better:)
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