I spent the weekend re-arranging bedrooms. To be fair, I had a good amount of help from my man. He had the tools to take apart and put together beds which I wasn’t completely capable of considering my three youngest were having their snotty noses wiped every twelve seconds. Somehow caring for the younger sick set zapped me of all the mental energy I may have otherwise had. But in complete transparency that may not be completely truthful. I was feeling mentally zapped before the coughs and colds came up. It was a busy week. At least busy for me. I try and hibernate as much as possible. Playdates and coffee dates and strolls around Target have been cut to a minimum. I feel like I am finally understanding what people were saying to me four years ago every. time. I. went. anywhere. “Aren’t you tired?” I finally feel that tiredness they were talking about.
Saturday morning I looked around my house and saw chaos in the form of messy bedrooms and babes that needed baths and a kitchen table that had milk spilt on it three days ago. I was supposed to go have dinner at my dear friends house, but somehow the sick ones kept me back. And the funny thing is, had the kids not been sick I think I would have still ventured on over and let the milk stay spilt on more day. But that would not have been wise. I would have felt tired for days. Feeling tired doesn’t help anyone.
So there is the balance finding thing again, and it is as hard for me now as it ever was. So much of me is go-go-go but so much of me is I-Can’t-Breathe-I-Am-So-Overwhelmed, also. And finding a happy zen like medium is something I will try and master in the next decade. Or the next. Maybe when I am a grandma. I finally get what grandparents mean when they laugh and say, “We have fun with the grandkids, but we get to hand them back at the end of the day!” It’s not that they don’t love the cute kiddos, it just means that they are a lot of work.
In six weeks I will turn thirty and I guess the point of this is to say I feel tired enough to be a grandparent. In this scenario, being ahead of the game is not in my best interest. Cause, you know, I am like twenty years ahead. Well, my oldest is 14 so I suppose I could be a grandparent sooner then that. Wowza.
And that, my friends, made me feel even more tired then when I started this post.
Hope your weekend was restful, at least for a few moments. You gotta catch ‘em while you can.