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Our slow mornings are numbered

standard May 3, 2010 5 responses

Until C was 4 and Little L was 2 our mornings were all frenzied, rushed, and stressful. We never had enough time to get everything done, someone inevitably cried, someone else inevitably yelled (usually me), and we always forgot something at home.

We were usually on time, but it’s safe to assume that we all got to where we needed to be still wound up and stressed out.

The stressful mornings slowed down when I started working for myself. They stopped completely when C started going to afternoon preschool. Instead of rushing to pack everything into a short hour and a half, we do what we have to do and leave the house whenever we are good and ready. Gone are the cries, the yells, and the forgetting of everything. Laundry gets done, everyone has breakfast, and we sing in the car instead of stewing.

Some days we don’t leave home before 10:30.

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our lazy mornings. I love not rolling out of bed until M heads out for work at 7:30. It fills me with quiet joy to hear C and Little L playing in their rooms. I even enjoy giving them a long fun bath in the morning, not feeling the rush of an impending bed time, or the stress of two little girls tired out by a long day. And it’s especially nice to be able to savor my morning tea instead of gulping it down and burning my throat, not to mention actually getting to peruse the morning paper on the morning we receive it, not a large stack on the weekends.

These days I’m savoring the mornings even more. While I had been taking them for granted, the Kindergarten hunt opened my eyes to the fact that they’re numbered.

Come September C will have to be at school by 8:30 every day. Little L will have to be at preschool at 8 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And our lazy mornings will be a thing of the past, or a thing of vacations and holidays.

We’ll need to get back into a stringent routine, need to figure out outfits the night before, plan lunches along with our weekly dinners, and I’ll have to find another time to deal with the monstrous piles of laundry. Our hair styling sessions will be pared down to the basics, reserving the more elaborate dos for the weekends or parties. It’s even possible that we’ll once again be subject to the occasional bouts of crying, screaming, and forgetfulness.

I hope not though. I hope that our year of lazy mornings will have taught us to let go of some of that stress. Or maybe with two older children better able to tend to their own needs the burden of getting everyone out of the house – clean, fed, dressed – won’t rest so heavily on my shoulders.

We won’t find out for a few more months. In the meantime I’m going to thoroughly enjoy taking our sweet time in the morning.

Finding peace

standard February 4, 2010 1 response

On Monday I officially handed off one of my many jobs to the person who was taking over. A friend actually, who needed the work and was perfect for the job. So that turned out just perfectly. I called in on to one last editorial meeting and heaved a sigh of relief when I hung up.

As much as I loved that job it came with a bucket of stress that I just couldn’t handle any more. More stress than I had ever realized. Because let me tell you, after I hung up that phone the stress was gone and I felt light as a feather.

I’ve felt like that ever since.

It’s been a great week. I haven’t gotten any sleep because of the Prednisone. I’ve been nursing a cold. I’ve had a ton of work to do. But it’s still been a great week. I’ve felt in control and on top of the world. I’ve been busy, but I haven’t felt overwhelmed and frazzled. It has been bliss.

Knowing my inability to pace myself I’m sure that I’ll be over scheduled and over taxed again in no time. But for now? this peace? It’s lovely and I’m loving it.

One night off, it’s so darn tempting

standard November 13, 2009 2 responses

For the last two weeks and a half I have been up at 7(ish) and I have essentially worked straight through to 11pm if not later. I’ve rushed from one job to the next, parrying emails, voicemails, phone calls, kid calls, editing, planning, writing, consulting, and researching every moment of the day.

OK, fine, I did take a few minutes to myself here and there. What can I say, a girl has to visit the restroom once in a while and order coffee a few times here and there too. In my defense, if I stop ordering coffee, the Starbucks baristas are going to kick me out. And when you drink lots of coffee… well, let’s just not go there. 

Tonight a few articles are demanding my editing attention. A few blog posts are clamoring to be written. I could probably find ten emails to write and another ten needing replies. 

But I am on my couch. And I do not want to work. I do not want to go to bed after midnight. I have a glass of wine and it’s making me pleasantly mellow and I’m watching Bones, which is making me delightfully giddy. (Mmm David Boreanaz.) And I am terribly tempted to just take the night off.

I’d turn off the TV, turn off the computer, slip into my jammies, brush my teeth, check on the girls, and slide myself gratefully into my bed long before midnight.

I’m just not sure I’d be able to sleep knowing I had left so much work undone.

Playing catch-up again

standard May 15, 2009 4 responses

My to do list is probably two full pages long by now. I’d have to sit down and write it all out to know for sure, but I don’t have the energy to make the list. Which is really OK because I don’t have the energy to do what’s on the list either.

I don’t know what’s going on with me. Could be that we’re back in sleepless hell, could be this darn diet I’ve been on for almost three weeks, but I’m constantly dragging. Seriously, last night I went to bed at 9:30 and I woke up at 7:30 just as tired as I’d been before going to bed.

I’m hoping that this slump has everything to do with being tired and that all I need is a couple good nights of sleep to get back in the groove. I was doing so well and was feeling so in control and on top of things, it’s frustrating to be falling behind again.

It seems so unfair, isn’t eating healthy and exercising supposed to give you more energy, not less?