Part of my problem is the taking on of too much. Doesn't matter what it is, I do more than necessary. Worry included. If the kids don't do their full requirement of schoolwork (my expectations and nobody else's and it's not like I'm overloading them by any means), then I feel that they'll turn into idiots in a day's time (I've mentioned this before). I'm afraid obsession is my middle name. It's so hard to find balance while homeschooling, and since I tend to make it my main priority, other things get overlooked.
Somedays I just want to paint my toenails and read magazines. But with the eternal piles of laundry, a dirty bathroom (which does get cleaned regularly), and dinner to always be thinking about, I'm just done in. Keep in mind that the kids do have their weekly chores, but also remember that we have 10 folks living in a small house. Might be fewer spaces to clean, but what we have gets dirtier quicker, you see?
When does the fun start? I begin the day planning the meals, running a mental list of whether we have toilet paper, milk, bread and peanut butter, and my brain just won't quit. I'm like a gerbil spinning on that wheel thing all the time, only stopping when the bed calls.
And then I get sidetracked when someone calls a sunset to my attention, or a joke they heard. I honestly forget how to be silly. If it happens, it's incidental and not ever planned. I am way too serious for my own good.
Does a person have to schedule simple enjoyment of life when they've gotten out of the habit of fitting it in? I think the answer is a definite 'yes'. And I think I'm going to remedy this problem of mine (or at least try) so my children don't follow in their mama's footsteps.
Somedays I just want to paint my toenails and read magazines. But with the eternal piles of laundry, a dirty bathroom (which does get cleaned regularly), and dinner to always be thinking about, I'm just done in. Keep in mind that the kids do have their weekly chores, but also remember that we have 10 folks living in a small house. Might be fewer spaces to clean, but what we have gets dirtier quicker, you see?
When does the fun start? I begin the day planning the meals, running a mental list of whether we have toilet paper, milk, bread and peanut butter, and my brain just won't quit. I'm like a gerbil spinning on that wheel thing all the time, only stopping when the bed calls.
And then I get sidetracked when someone calls a sunset to my attention, or a joke they heard. I honestly forget how to be silly. If it happens, it's incidental and not ever planned. I am way too serious for my own good.
Does a person have to schedule simple enjoyment of life when they've gotten out of the habit of fitting it in? I think the answer is a definite 'yes'. And I think I'm going to remedy this problem of mine (or at least try) so my children don't follow in their mama's footsteps.
