Friday, September 5, 2014

Getting things done

Here, at the end of a long and busy week, I'm feeling accomplished.  I like the feeling. Of course, just yesterday morning, I was wondering how I was even going to get here.

I look back at my week and I see why I'm exhausted. Sunday is always a mixed bag. it's the day we walk to the Farmer's Market and buy our produce, but we also stop and have breakfast at Mel's. Then we drove to IKEA to buy a desk, set it up, cleaned house, did laundry, and prepped Colin's stuff for the next day. Monday my husband had a track event that had him working 15 hours. This of course meant I had to deal with the house and kids on my own. I also moved evertyhing into the new desk, which took far longer than anticipated.  Tuesday started bright and early with getting kids to school and grocery shopping, and it ended late after Back to School Night for the big kid. Wednesday followed the same pattern, except the evening event was PTA Board meeting. Thursday was a doozy: I took the kids to school, spent four hours writing a speech for the little guy's Back to School Night where I attended his classroom presentation, then gave a speech on the PTA to all the parents.  Then today, as the kids had half days at school, I worked on getting some of the website and social media stuff for the project Heather and I have been working on sorted.  By two this afternoon, I was pooped.

When I list out how much I have got done this week, it makes me realize to things: first, I might have super powers, and second, I need to delegate more.  My sense of pride and accomplishment is warring with my reason, which is warning that at this rate, I'm going to flame out in approximately one month. My life lesson this week is pretty important- Just because I can do everything (at least for a while), it doesn't mean I should.  I have a great family, wonderful friends, and a whole PTA board waiting to help me out. I just need to get over my fear of asking for it.  I think my new mantra shall be "I will ask for and accept help when I need it."


  1. That is a mantra we all should have. I wonder why I have that problem. Asking for help and accepting it when offered is a beatiful thing.

  2. It's a hard thing to do at first, and I've never quite understood why. I wonder how much of it is a cultural fetish with "independence".


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