“The kingdom of heaven may be likened to a man who sowed good seed in his field. While everyone was asleep, his enemy came and sowed weeds all through the wheat, and went off.” Matthew 13:24-25
September to June was so insanely busy, I burnt myself out in every area of my life. Being the extremist I am, I’ve swung the pendulum in the complete opposite direction this summer. In fact, I’ve swung it so far, I don’t even recognize myself.
I used to be so organized and efficient; now I barely answer emails. I used to be a neat freak with plenty of OCD tendencies; now my house is such a disaster, my husband even commented the other morning, “This place is a mess!” (You need to have seen how disgusting his apartment was when we were dating to get the enormity of this statement.) I used to be so busy I never sat down; now I am at risk for roots growing out my backside, and some serious weight gain from all the inactivity. The thing that amazes me most is – I don’t care about any of it: my slacker attitude, my messy house, or my new couch potato status. It all feels like a gift that is quenching the fires of burn out.
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My girlfriends and I are doing kid swaps this summer. Jess is a teacher. So when she hosted the seven kids in June, she put on a Harry Potter Science Camp that was phenomenal! Pam is a personal trainer and has a pool. So her day in August will be “Sweat and Swim.” I hosted last Monday and did “The Way Back Machine.”
Last Thursday, when I turned on the sink to wash my hands, no water came out. I have to admit, I was more than unsettled by it. It’s not uncommon for our town to lose power, and therefore water, as most of us have wells with pumps that require electricity to work. But we had power that day.
Back in 2008, when my boys were little and full of energy, I started “Adventure Summer.” Every day, Monday to Friday, July through August, we’d get in the car and drive someplace new. To heighten the fun, I wouldn’t tell them where we were going, or what we were doing.
The school year is jam packed for us with band practice, karate, track, Drama Club, dance, floor hockey, Game Club, CCD, Daisy Girl Scouts, etc. I may be the one driving and picking up for it all, but I don’t participate in any of it. That is hours and hours of the week that I am not in the company of my kids. The only time I get to spend with them is during homework, where I am constantly riding them to stay focused, or at dinner, where I am pushing them to eat faster so we can get to the next activity. How sad is that?
On the long list of what I want for each of my kids is a small and close circle of good friends. I don’t need them to be the most popular kids in school. I just want them to have a few friends that they can have fun with, can lean on, and who share our same values.
In High School and summers during college, I worked a plethora of jobs: cashier at a grocery store, bus girl at a restaurant, chamber maid at a hotel, ad type setter for a local newspaper, piece driller at a welding shop, you name it. All of these jobs taught me something: either a new skill, or what it’s like to walk in the shoes of the people who do these jobs full time. What stayed with me most were the feelings of being invisible and taken advantage of.
Bathing suit season is here, and I am not ready! In January 2015, I was scared onto the straight and narrow path by my doctor. I exercised, ate right, and by default, lost weight. By that summer, I felt like a million bucks – especially when my blood work came back and all my health issues were under control.
I definitely have OCD tendencies. Lately, I find they’re rubbing off on my kids. I see it in how Jocelyn has taken over our front hall closet.