My motivation has been a little lacking of late… have you noticed?
The long lag between posts must have been a give away.
Now fully facing the joys of military wife life, I find myself once again caught up in that endless motherhood cycle… we take care of the kids, the house, the community and finally, maybe, we start to look after ourselves. My work and myself are the ones that are suffering.
Twice a week I get the house to myself. I’m supposed to be working. However, when I finally get back to the house after shipping off my last child for the day my instinct is to turn up the music and break into the Risky Business underwear slide. I want to revel in the silence.
My work days have been rather unproductive of late.
My evening hours, however, are a different story. I finally get those kids in bed and I need to wash the dishes, fold the laundry, sweep the floors, wash the floors, pick up the toys, pick up some more toys – and that’s if I don’t have a meeting for my seemingly endless volunteer work. It’s 10 o’clock before I can sit down. It’s after midnight before I’ve settled down enough to even consider sleep.
Sleep and work seem to be the first to go on this solo parenting adventure of mine… and they’re often the very things I need to keep me going. Writing feeds my soul and sleep feeds my body. No wonder I’m not feeling very healthy lately.
So… time for a change. The housework is not all going to get done. That has to be okay. The workload is going to have to lighten a little. That has to be okay too. As I keep preaching, we mothers can’t do it all. The myth of the Supermummy harms us all.
So, I breathe. I write a little. I head to bed earlier and help myself let go of the stressors of the day. I book a massage and I let a few balls drop. Maybe I indulge in a little ‘risky business’ and then I settle in for both work time and me time.
I won’t get it all done.
I won’t be perfect.
And that’s okay.