One of the boys and I have joined the volunteer cleaning crew at church, and yesterday he and I, along with 2 of the other kids went to help get the sanctuary whipped into shape. Our regular time will be 90 minutes twice a month, and I figure that'll be easy to manage. I enjoyed doing it yesterday, and since that was only an hour of work-time then, we got lots done (with about 60 other volunteers crawling over the property!) in short order. Keep in mind that we go to a mega church...huge, but really not so overwhelming when you get used to it.
The only thing is that I noticed that I was working at top speed, like I was attempting to run a race. I transferred my habit of doing one task only to move towards what happened after it and I was hurrying....what's up with that? Like I've got a death wish to work myself as hard as possible. Not sure if I'm determined to impress folks, or just have the need to cram as much as humanly possible into the smallest time frame. So odd.
But, if I think about how it works in this house, it makes sense.
I have help in the kids---they're great about doing stuff, they have to be, or we'd be shoveling muck out the door on a daily basis.
The thing is, I want to enjoy what I do. I don't want to be a working machine, but a person who's reachable and able to slow down. Man, it's hard.
Tomorrow will be a day off of sorts. Library with the kids, and a tea party in the afternoon with the little girls. The thing is, I have to go the grocery store first thing. See what I mean? There's always something driving me. And there has to be a balance, but I've yet to figure out that one.
The only thing is that I noticed that I was working at top speed, like I was attempting to run a race. I transferred my habit of doing one task only to move towards what happened after it and I was hurrying....what's up with that? Like I've got a death wish to work myself as hard as possible. Not sure if I'm determined to impress folks, or just have the need to cram as much as humanly possible into the smallest time frame. So odd.
But, if I think about how it works in this house, it makes sense.
I have help in the kids---they're great about doing stuff, they have to be, or we'd be shoveling muck out the door on a daily basis.
The thing is, I want to enjoy what I do. I don't want to be a working machine, but a person who's reachable and able to slow down. Man, it's hard.
Tomorrow will be a day off of sorts. Library with the kids, and a tea party in the afternoon with the little girls. The thing is, I have to go the grocery store first thing. See what I mean? There's always something driving me. And there has to be a balance, but I've yet to figure out that one.
