A few weeks ago, I had a great post brewing in my brain about how I’m a little slow with the learning curve to adapting to motherhood, launching a chiropractic practice, and adjusting to my 6th home since 2007. Just gotta roll with the punches, right?
I do believe there is such a thing as too many major life changes in a short period of time.
Not that there’s anything I could really do about that…except pray for sanity, and that God would make me a good mother. Still praying about that, by the way.
Ever since January hit, I’ve felt like I was on a roll. I finally, ever so late, but finally, got this wife+mother+doctor+biz owner+blog editor thing figured out and into a sweet and groovy routine. At last!
But, as life would have it, everything would have to pull a switcherooni on me, yet again. It’s as if I had the rug pulled out from underneath my feet. Instead of that sweet magic trick where everything stays put, I landed on my unsuspecting bottom.
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I was going to write about how I do major cooking a few evenings a week to accommodate the nights I work later at the office. Also, to make our early Sunday mornings smoother before we dash out the door for the 8:30 worship service, I spend Friday or Saturday evening preparing a couple of breakfast quiches and early preparation for Sunday night’s dinner.
Ya see, that’s what I was doing up until about two weeks ago. Blizzard or no blizzard, that routine was working for me. I could keep up with the housework and food preparation, spend quality time with my son several times a day (and even fit in some morning “school” time), and still run a practice and a blog.
What happened?
My husband had to pick up an extra day of work. We’re SO thankful he has the opportunity to do so, but it also means that the 1 day a week he was helping me at the office with administrative things (ya know, getting my lame-o Lenovo laptop to actually communicate with my printer), book keeping, other random business errands and tasks, and he could enjoy spending time with our son.
Now that he’s working 5 days a week, we’re forced to have our son spend a couple half-days a week in another family’s home. It’s not the same as day care, but it’s still time when he’s not with us. By the way, I LOVE this family…they have four wonderful children (two of them are very close in age to Calvin). He LOVES to play with them, even though he clings to my leg for dear life when I drop him off (all morning long he asks to play with “tids”).
I struggle with adapting to my ever-changing office schedule, when to drop-off or pick-up my son that is most conducive to his nap schedule. And this is KILLING me.
Sure, it’s a temporary fix until my husband can help out at the office again. But the daily schedule changes not only impact my son’s nap time, but they’re throwing my whole routine out the window.
Starting over again at square one. Here we go. Let’s back up to how I felt a few months ago…and how I’d felt every day for the past couple of years. Aching for a glimpse of where this is going and when it will feel comfortable.
Then I ask, “Is this supposed to feel comfortable? Is this what we’re supposed to be doing? Is this temporary…or am I just going to burn out or survive?
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So thankful for some incredible women in my life. A wonderful and uplifting phone chat today with my friend Michele helped me realize that times of transition and whirlwind are a way for God to teach us. I’m paying attention and I’m learning very quickly the schedule priorities for my family and my business–everything else is fluff and gets chucked faster than a poopy diaper.
The regular prayers and words of encouragement from my husband, grandmother, and close friends (like Elisa, Kristin, and Allycia) are the most treasured and meaningful gifts I could ever receive.
Spring is almost here, and we’re pretty thrilled about it. . . enjoyed some sunshine today by playing soccer and “chasing” each other in the yard. Heavenly!
