I am getting ready to peel the wrapping off about 140 hot dogs.
I don't even like hot dogs. (Don't get me started on the nutritional content
It is for a treat lunch at the girls' school and I am on the Special Events planning committee. And tomorrow is hotdog day. So me and 6 other moms are cooking and serving hotdogs over the lunch hour.
Oh, and I need to bake and ice 24 cupcakes for the Baking Fundraiser.
Oh, and I need to finish proofing 40 pages of the November issue, complete my invoicing, set up my Publications account with Canada Post, catch up on entering contacts in the ACT program that I haven't learned yet and get to the bank to do a deposit. That's the short list.... (not to mention - has anyone noticed I haven't been blogging as much lately)
Plus, I need to book a follow up appointment for my son, clean up the kitchen(breakfast dishes), start the buffalo roast I'd planned to cook for dinner and don't even get me started on the myriad of tasks requiring my attention in the home.
Suprisingly I feel pretty damn good; for a woman who is about 6 days behind 'schedule'. I've yet to accomplish the 30 goals I've set, the five books I've been reading or the 8 loads of laundry that have mysteriously appeared since Monday morning.
Here's why: yesterday I took the WHOLE day away from work.
I didn't even check my email - which is underheard of... I had a marvelous day. I ate sushi, bought new boots, read books in an armchair in the bookstore for two hours, meditated and then napped in the sunshine for a whole hour, took my daughter for dinner and then went to a concert.
It was much needed. I feel great. My cup's a little fuller.
The magazine is like a giant vacuum cleaner, sucking up every spare minute in my days and weeks. I am in a serious tug-of-war between my deadlines and to-do list and my family and home commitments. I can't remember the last time I shaved my legs. My time is at a premium.
Balance is over-rated. It just doesn't happen for me.
My life isn't like a teetor-totter, up gently, down gently; some sunny, lovely balancing act.
It's a little more like - swing as high as I can go for five minutes, get off and run to the monkey bars, hang upside down, fall on my head, dust myself off, climb to the top of the swirly slide and ride it screaming fast to the bottom, where I proceed to get on the merry-go-round, spin in circles for a while, until I throw up.
Whoop di do.
Welcome to womanhood, sister.
I'm not doing anything every other woman out there isn't doing, too. We're all juggling, only some of us juggle five balls instead of three. We're all doing the crazy woman dance. Two steps to the left, three back, four forward, one to the right; in this beautiful, busy, crazy hip-hop life dance.
I may be doing the crazy busy woman dance, but I CHOOSE great music. My OWN.
So I've decided to welcome each minute with the unique challenges and gifts it presents to me, and get done only what MUST be done this minute. Sometime today, I'll finish proofing and send the magazine to the printer. Sometime today I'll start a load of laundry. Sometime today, I'll bill clients and be the business woman.
And it'll all get done.
SOMETIME.
Or it won't.
But it's grand to have a choice.
And I am delighted that I get to put on my fancy shoes and dance.
I don't even like hot dogs. (Don't get me started on the nutritional content
It is for a treat lunch at the girls' school and I am on the Special Events planning committee. And tomorrow is hotdog day. So me and 6 other moms are cooking and serving hotdogs over the lunch hour. Oh, and I need to bake and ice 24 cupcakes for the Baking Fundraiser.
Oh, and I need to finish proofing 40 pages of the November issue, complete my invoicing, set up my Publications account with Canada Post, catch up on entering contacts in the ACT program that I haven't learned yet and get to the bank to do a deposit. That's the short list.... (not to mention - has anyone noticed I haven't been blogging as much lately)
Plus, I need to book a follow up appointment for my son, clean up the kitchen(breakfast dishes), start the buffalo roast I'd planned to cook for dinner and don't even get me started on the myriad of tasks requiring my attention in the home.
Suprisingly I feel pretty damn good; for a woman who is about 6 days behind 'schedule'. I've yet to accomplish the 30 goals I've set, the five books I've been reading or the 8 loads of laundry that have mysteriously appeared since Monday morning.
Here's why: yesterday I took the WHOLE day away from work.
I didn't even check my email - which is underheard of... I had a marvelous day. I ate sushi, bought new boots, read books in an armchair in the bookstore for two hours, meditated and then napped in the sunshine for a whole hour, took my daughter for dinner and then went to a concert.
It was much needed. I feel great. My cup's a little fuller.
The magazine is like a giant vacuum cleaner, sucking up every spare minute in my days and weeks. I am in a serious tug-of-war between my deadlines and to-do list and my family and home commitments. I can't remember the last time I shaved my legs. My time is at a premium.
Balance is over-rated. It just doesn't happen for me.
My life isn't like a teetor-totter, up gently, down gently; some sunny, lovely balancing act.
It's a little more like - swing as high as I can go for five minutes, get off and run to the monkey bars, hang upside down, fall on my head, dust myself off, climb to the top of the swirly slide and ride it screaming fast to the bottom, where I proceed to get on the merry-go-round, spin in circles for a while, until I throw up.
Whoop di do.
Welcome to womanhood, sister.
I'm not doing anything every other woman out there isn't doing, too. We're all juggling, only some of us juggle five balls instead of three. We're all doing the crazy woman dance. Two steps to the left, three back, four forward, one to the right; in this beautiful, busy, crazy hip-hop life dance.
I may be doing the crazy busy woman dance, but I CHOOSE great music. My OWN.
So I've decided to welcome each minute with the unique challenges and gifts it presents to me, and get done only what MUST be done this minute. Sometime today, I'll finish proofing and send the magazine to the printer. Sometime today I'll start a load of laundry. Sometime today, I'll bill clients and be the business woman.
And it'll all get done.
SOMETIME.
Or it won't.
But it's grand to have a choice.
And I am delighted that I get to put on my fancy shoes and dance.
on October 16, 2007, 5:26 pm
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