When I was much younger and raising two children, I never stopped. Literally, I never stopped. I just fell out at the end of the day and got up the next day to do it all over again.
I never trusted other people to teach my children and care for them the way I did. So, I was Girl Scout leader, Sunday School teacher, Girls-in-Action leader, Acteens leader, ball coach and school teacher. I made breakfast every morning, packed lunches, cooked dinner, went to work, ran errands after work, held softball practice, coached games twice a week and once on Saturdays and attended church Sunday morning and night and again on Wednesday nights. I went to Baptist Women meetings once a month on Tuesday nights. At one point in my life, I went to university classes at night while still doing everything else.
I cleaned my own home, washed and ironed clothes, laid everyone’s clothes out for the next day, helped with homework and studied my lessons for church every night. When my son was 12, I home-schooled him until he graduated. I had to write lesson plans, write tests and grade papers. I attended family events, shopped for groceries on Saturdays and supervised my children at play.
Here’s the deal. I had 24 hours in each day and I accomplished all this while supervising a sheltered workshop for mentally retarded adults five days a week. Now that I am older, the kids are grown and gone, I can’t even get the basics accomplished each day. I have the same 24 hours a day, what happened?
I think maybe I need a little more pressure in my life to get it all done in 24 hours. I don’t cook breakfast anymore, or pack lunches, or coach ball games, or teach anyone except on Sunday mornings. Yet, I can’t seem to get all my work done in one day. I always thought when the kids were grown, I would have all kinds of luxurious hours to myself. Not so.
True, I don’t drive to work anymore. I am a freelance writer (who isn’t?). There must be too many distractions and not enough deadlines in my life. I swear, I don’t know how time slips past me the way it does. I don’t have black-outs. I don’t have even half the stuff to do as I use to have. Still, most days, I don’t get all my work finished.
I do have a rather large garden to tend, but I had that when the kids were growing up, as well. In fact. I harvested the vegetables, cleaned them and canned everything. I still do that, but where does my time go?
If you are very busy and always seem to be running to the next task, be thankful. It keeps your day organized and on schedule. Take away the constraints on your time, and you flop around like a fish out of water. Oh, did I mention I have ADD? I have had since I was five years old. You don’t even want to know what that is like. Then again, maybe you do. That might be my next post.