Time is a Tickin'

I heard somewhere that in order for a blog to be considered a blog, the administrator must post regularly (daily). Well in that case, this is no longer a blog. If I could create another 8 hours to add onto the already 24 hour day, maybe I would be able to reach the goal of posting daily. Unfortunately, I can't; so, I won't!


Nevertheless....time is a tickin'. We're rounding out another school year. Thank God it was better than last year. Hopefully next year will be even better. With both boys in school this year one would think I would have all of this extra time on my hands, since I'm sitting at home. That couldn't be farther from the truth. In addition to cooking twice a day and keeping the house (relatively) clean and well stocked, I've been volunteering at school three times a week, taking an evening (cake decorating class) and purging our house for an impending move. We have so much stuff, I started packing in October and I've just begun to put a dent in it.


I look at other mothers and just when I ask, "How are they getting anything done? With all their socials and getaways, when do they find time to ---?" I notice the kid at school wearing his soccer uniform, or the one at church with his shoes on the wrong feet; the one who is obnoxious, always sick, can't read....the list goes on. This is by no means a judgment, it's just the answer--- they don't! Everyone's priorities are different. Everyone has a different tolerance level and set of expectations.

I have always been a perfectionist. That's not a brag, but a fact. It actually bothers me. I wish I could relax and not get so worked up about things, but I can't. Obviously, I know I'm not perfect. My standards and expectations are just so high, they can't be reached. Setting unattainable goals is a recipe for frustration. I know this, but I can't seem to stop.

At any rate, I'll keep learning to hammer this flaw out. One of my goals is to avoid having my sons on a psychiatrist's couch because I've screwed them up. Wish me luck!