My husband sent me a link to this place today. Um, why? I am so with the flow. I so let things slide right off my back, damnit. I totally know how to fucking let things go. I so so know how to calm the fuck down. WHAT IS HE IMPLYING? WHY IS HE SO MEAN TO ME? WHY CAN'T HE JUST GO TO HELL?
Where did that come from?
Sorry, I think I may need to read over the website completely or something.
I am getting a little excited about moving. But the excitement quickly turns into panic when I think of all the stuff I still need to get done. We move 2 weeks from this Saturday.
Today, I enrolled Kenzie in pre-school at Lake Forest Park Co-Op Preschool and in Ballet at the American Dance Institute. Evan wants to play soccer, so I looked into that, too. I also took the dog to the groomers, picked up medication for my mom, harassed my husband into cancelling the 24 Hour Fitness membership (I have used it once and he has used it never in the 2 months since we signed up), and had a long talk with Evan about why it isn't OK to leave Mommy's side and run outside and then hide while his mommy looks all over for him in the parking lot at Petco. Geesh, that kid gives me more grey hair than the other 2 combined.
I also heard something today on the t.v. about time management. These women were talking about over-scheduling themselves and how they had often prayed for more hours to be added to the day so that they could accomplish everything. One woman said this:
--God didn't get it wrong when he made 24 hours a day, 365 days a week. He gave us enough time to get done what needs to get done. If he gave us more hours, wouldn't we just fill it up with more stuff and be in the same predicament as we are in now?--
How true is that. I have prayed for more hours in my day so that I could check everything off my list. But was I truly doing everything correctly and taking my time with it? Probably not. I usually rush through everything so that I can forget it and move onto the next. What is that teaching my kids? It's teaching them to rush through life. My husband is so much better about stopping to smell the roses than I am. I always feel like I should be moving onto the next thing. Even as I sit here, writing this blog, I am thinking about what else I need to do.
Hey, old habits die hard, don't they.