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I have a massive project going right now with an important deadline in about three weeks. I could work every minute of every day for these next three weeks to polish and prepare for this mile mark, but I’m not going to.
Because, while I do love my work, I’m not just a worker. And, while I take pride in being excellent in what I do for my company, I’m more than my career. So much more.
I’m a mom. And a wife. And an athlete, friend, and daughter.
Work gets most of my waking hours. I check email and study technical papers before my kids wake up in the morning. I’m physically away from home and at work anywhere from seven to eleven hours a day – when I’m in town – and I have a home office that gets another hour or two of my life at the end of the day. Work gets plenty of my energy, yet it never seems enough. I have to fight the urge to do just one more thing. I fight to set it aside and really be with my family.
I love my work, I do. But it cannot have my Saturday.
This is my day to reconnect. I put tremendous effort into staying in touch with my kids during the week, but today, Saturday, is the day we get large chunks of just hanging around together. Unstructured, sweat pants and pajamas, together for hours Saturday. How can I describe the piled-on-the-sofa-reading or the laying-on-a-blanket-in-the-front-yard that is Saturday?
This day is solid gold.
And yes, the laundry and the lawn and the groceries, I get it. But manage it while they sleep, or hire it out if you can, yes? Martha Stewart is not going to come inspect your house; it’s okay if it looks like you live there.
Go play, Mamma. You work plenty hard, do not give away your precious weekend.
Companies are soulless – they are profit-driven (as they should be) and they will accept every hour that you are willing to give them. You need to draw the line. You need to make your family a priority.
You will work for the rest of your life; your kids you have for a very precious, very little while, and then they fly.
Today, go play, alright? For me. For your munchkins. For your own heart and body and memory banks, go play!