On the Days When You Just Cannot Do It All

I would like to think that I kick a little ass on a daily basis.  I try to set realistic goals for each day and meet them.  Somedays, though, I cannot do it all.

My day started at 4:40 am with the unwelcome sound of my alarm clock.  I quickly dressed and got out running before I was awake enough to realize how ridiculous it is to be running before 5 am.  I came home and got ready for work, started the process of getting the big boys ready for school, and when my morning nanny came, me and Colin left. I dropped him off with my sister-in-law before I went to work for the day.

I left work late, per usual, and got home just in time to walk up to school to retrieve the bigs, came home to go through mail and school folders before starting dinner, at which time Mark and Colin arrived.  As soon as dinner was done, it was time to dress and leave for baseball/soccer practice.  It was a ‘divide and conquer’ night and we did not reconvene at home until 7:30 pm.  By the time all the boys were showered, it was close to 8:00 pm/bedtime.

And that is when I got cranky.  I can tell when I am cranky because as soon as the kids come up to me and say, “Mom,” I say, “No!” and put my hand up.  And then I snapped at Mark for talking to me while five people were talking to me, but he was only answering a question that I had asked him.  So then I had to take a deep breath and accept defeat in order to find my happy place.

I still wanted to clean the kitchen, and cook dinner for tomorrow, and fold two baskets of laundry, and pick up the living room, and put another load of laundry in, and get to the nursing to home to see my grandma for her birthday.  And then there was the fact that Colin had emptied a SandArt creation and I could feel the grit under my feet in every single room that I went into, and there was a pile of rocks in the middle of the living room floor, and Sully was coughing.  Incessantly.

So I did what I do best:  delegate and prioritize.  I cleaned the kitchen while the boys picked up the living room, Mark ran to the store for medication for Sully.  I decided not to cook dinner for tomorrow and let Mark handle that one on his own.  I figured the laundry had already been sitting, unfolded, for two days, so one more night is not going to matter too much, anyway, and I would much rather see my grandma than all that other stuff.

And I was at peace with not being able to do it all.  On my way to my grandma’s, I called my dad to make sure I could get in the door after 8:00 pm.  He said he did not know, but it would be a good “experiment.”  I was too tired for “experiments” tonight, so I accepted defeat (again) and came home where I have been sitting, quite happily, on my rear end since.  I mean, I had already decided that the laundry could wait and Mark agreed that he could manage dinner on his own tomorrow, so what is the point of doing it all now!



Trying to leave soccer practice, I agreed he could bring whatever rocks he could carry.  Now they are all over my living room.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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1 Response to On the Days When You Just Cannot Do It All

  1. Pingback: The Real Reason I Need a Morning Nanny | Hugs, kisses, and chaos.

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