Monday, May 16, 2011

And Then The Wheels Came Off...

No - not literally, figuratively.  I'm pretty sure that part of what put me off course was the Easter Weekend.  We had company.  That shouldn't have been a big deal, but sometimes when you have your whole family demanding something of you all at the same time, well, it is just overwhelming. 
Having grown up in a Presbyterian household, we didn't bother too much with things like Lent, and the whole "fish on Fridays" thing was just an excuse to enjoy some good fish.  Or so I thought.  Mr. Me grew up Anglican, although his mother was raised Roman Catholic.  This may sound stupid, but for me that results in PRESSURE!  I have to give up something that I enjoy...  I have to follow special rules for meals...  This should not have been a big deal, but it was.
And then Younger Son turned 11...  First off, how the heck did that happen?  Add in a sleepover party with a gang of 10 and 11 year old boys, my mother-in-law, two homemade birthday cakes (one for the party and one for the real birthday), obnoxious and much too forward 10 and 11 year girls calling incessantly on the Sunday morning because they knew that the boys were here for a sleepover, helping my niece move, having to buy all of the Easter Bunny stuff and the birthday presents, and well, I am afraid that I may have temporarily lost my mind!
So - here is a question:  I know that I am not the only working Mom/wife out there.  Why am I so stressed?  Or are the rest of you just better at hiding it?  Help!  I need some coping tips.

In keeping with my previous theme of Peace and Happiness, I should add something positive shouldn't I?  I'm taking a drop spindle class on Sunday morning at Londonwul.  I can't wait!


Channon said...

Well, I'm not a working mom... Fur-kids don't have slumber parties, and while Gretchen is finally getting into boys, that just means she squeals in the middle of the road when she sees Cody, the 11 yr. old big dog she has a crush on...

Can't wait to hear how the spindling goes!

km said...

Let's call my "schooling the kids" my J.O.B. Maybe it just appears that I'm better at hiding it over the internet. If you saw my real life in living'd know I'm right there with you. My life feels like a roller coaster and most days I want OFF. Last 2 weeks have had some big kid event every day. Yesterday my little one got her pallet widener (start of orthodontics) and today we have our end-of -the-year party (which also doubles as turn in all the paperwork for re-enrollment). Saturday I've got a birthday party here...and by the looks of my house you'd think we'd let a tornado in. I'm thinking I won't get much sleep tonight.

First off, I'm more the type A personality, perfectionist and over-achiever. This has been something I've struggled with my whole life. Often brought up in church as the Mary vs. Martha syndrome. Look it up if you're interested. I will say that working at it has made it some better. That should read....I've given up some of my "too high" expectations for myself. But not all of them. I deal. Chocolate. Dove Dark Chocolate. Just one piece a day...but I always save it for that moment I want to come unglued. Strictly sticking to the plan. My hubby doesn't like the plan, but I've learned that if I don't get the grocery shopping done on grocery day or the laundry done on laundry day then the whole "neatly stacked paper cup pyramid" topples. Refraining from overcommitment. My boys don't play baseball. They played basketball...and one sport is enough at this house. At least while mom is the taxi. Maybe that will change, but for now I'm sticking with that. I couldn't add 2-3 practices and then 2 games per week/per kid to our schedule. Sure it sounds nice for the kids to try out all these things...but my sanity is more important. And lastly, my crock-pot...that is my saving grace so often.

And...maybe you should note that I haven't blogged in a bit. My knitting is a fail too...except for washcloths. I think that's my version of straight-jacket knitting.