Feeding Frenzy

Did you ever notice that when you are frazzled, that your children pick up on this and feed into it?  I decided to put way too many things on my plate today, literally and figuratively and it all backfired just as suspected.

I think that any parent who works, stays at home or works at home has their hands full to begin with.  Throw in a child or two and it's hectic.  Throw in a few children with special needs and your head just pops off.  Well, that's what it feels it's about to do anyway!  Today, I wanted to do three loads of laundry, go to the home improvement store, stop at the warehouse club, eat somewhere in there and go to two food stores for specific things, come home to drag everything in and put it all away, tackle cleaning the fridge and make homemade chicken noodle soup from scratch.  Surprisingly, I got all those things done but only one load of laundry.  Why do we do this to ourselves?  Thankfully, my husband saved me from having to sacrifice my children on a stone slab by offering to keep them home while I got all this done.  AND when I got home and started to clean out the fridge and wash all the shelves, he offered to help get the job done.  Not bad, not bad at all.  Of course, that was probably good for about six months, but I'll take it!

My point in all this is that we all try to take on too much.  No matter what our stock in life, we all have to eat, clean, clean up ourselves and our surroundings, but in the end, we need to R-E-L-A-X.  I realize that it's a foreign word to most, when we are all so busy, out of our minds, trying to make ends meet in these uncertain times, we tend to forget this important little step.  Sure, I would love to be discovered by one of the hosts on The View and have her knee slapping laughing her behind off at my wit and immediately whisking me away to New York to be on the show and sign me up for a book deal, but hey, that's never going to happen, so it's to the laundry room I go.

I may be grouchy, yell a lot, sit around certain I'm moments away from a heart attack or stroke from the kids yelling, "WOW, that's a low price!" for the 8,000th time today, but in the end, I wouldn't have it any other way.  I raise my glass (of milk of course, since cleaning the fridge I finished the last glass of wine) to all parents out there, making a go of it.  I will also secretly raise my glass to tomorrow morning because in my world, MY time begins when the last bus pulls away.  I'll probably do those two loads of laundry I didn't get to today, but maybe, just maybe, I'll put my feet up for a minute or two.  I hope you take the time to too!