What is it about making time for ourselves that makes us feel guilty?
At this stage in my life, I am running from baseball games to basketball games. Throwing blankets and chairs in the car and trying to ignore the fact that my yard looks abandoned. The laundry spills out of the laundry room and covers the basement floor. I can clean the kitchen and the next day it looks like a bomb went off. It’s basically like running on a treadmill but not burning any calories.
These are all things that need to be done and yet I still can’t find the time. So where does that leave the things that I want to do? We are always evolving and with that, our needs change. I am going to make a conscious effort to manage my time a little better. Maybe squeak out a couple of set hours a week. I want to write more frequently, drink my coffee before it’s cold, shave my legs, get my unibrow waxed, pick out a new comforter and maybe finish my bathroom.
Yup, that’s it. I’m doing it. No mom guilt. I’ve got kids that can do laundry. I’m pretty sure they can clean, well enough anyway. I am not the only person that lives here, why am I the only one stressing about the little things? Plot twist, mom is about to go awol.
You can’t travel very far or accomplish much if you’re always running on empty.