Every night I go to bed, I have thoughts swirling in my head. Things to do. Scrapbook pages I want to create. Gifts I want to make. Skills I want to learn. And, of course, daily happenings that I don't want to forget, but invariably will by tomorrow morning, only to pop up in a random thought weeks down the road. So, here I am. I may use this blog daily to empty my head and heart before cuddling up in my duvet, or as it may be, I may write in it once a month. Who knows. It is for me, but perhaps something I write or learn may spark a fire in someone else. Perhaps it may quiet a mind or make you feel like you are not alone out there. It is for me. But perhaps it is for you.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Morning Thoughts on Balance
So it is 6:30 a.m. and I should be waking up my son. He needs time to slowly adjust to being up and spend some time cuddling and hanging out with me before I take him to daycare for the day. If I don't get him up with plenty of time to spare, getting out the door becomes a battle. But today I will let him sleep an extra 15 minutes so that I can squeeze in some time to write and reset.
This morning I am thinking that it could be impossible to balance if I am carrying to many objects at once. But what do I drop?
This morning I am thinking that I do enjoy working full time, but I haven't figured out how to do this and still spend time with my son, get a desperately wanted and needed workout, make dinner, make lunches, go grocery shopping, fold the laundry, talk to my husband about anything beyond the necessary, and perhaps shower and have a bit of down time.
This morning I am thinking that something has to give.
This morning I am thinking that perhaps my husband and I can rotate weeks on lunches.
This morning I am thinking that I need to do some serious scheduling to get everything done if I want to stay happy and healthy.
This morning I am thinking that I miss summer and my little boy. Perhaps I will cuddle up with him for a few minutes before awakening him, and then put on some summer clothes.